— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢.

clever, cryptic, cynic of the highest order; beautiful as the snow and just as cold.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

delicious.

[𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞. @malpractitioned]

@daedalians With blood still in his hair; under his nails; between his teeth.

[𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞. @malpractitioned]

@daedalians With blood still in his hair; under his nails; between his teeth.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾 𝑯𝑬’𝑺 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑮𝑶 𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼; 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬’𝑳𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑴𝑬.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄.
𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇.
𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned Still, she smiles like a good girl, like a doll, like she’s touched — and perhaps she is; she does love him, after all.*

i think you mean it, you know.
if i wish to be married, you’ll marry me.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned

.. . happy halloween, jon.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned If she resents him for this, she doesn’t say; but there are times, times like this, where a sick sense of pleasure settles itself deep inside the very nerves of her body, derived solely from the expression on his face; she has unnerved him, and it feels good.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned — pressing on a freshly bloomed bruise. It feels like a sting, a wince. A wilted bouquet of flowers in an empty room.*

would you marry me, if i asked you to?
would you chase me down if i ran away?

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned *A sigh heaves her chest, escapes like a death rattle; there’s a finality to it, an acceptance she had made peace with a long time ago, in another life, but one which has startled to existence anew — this is how they are. One cannot be without the other.
It feels like —-

[ً @sewerscribe]

falling from the cross, I am held up by strings. can't stop dancing. a wicked puppet.

[ً @sewerscribe]

and your voice was God's voice. it was God's voice. it was God's.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned why did it have to be me? tell me.
tell me, jonathan.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned *There is attempted rigidity on her part; she steels her body, her jaw, her heart like an invisible armour; but then he touches her, and the distinct downward turn of her mouth begins to give, to tremble, and the weight of loving him sits heavy, so heavy, on her chest.*

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

pick your scabs. fester your wounds.
bite, chew, spit the hand that feeds you.

[Will Graham @StagMetanoia]

I feel like a homunculus. A fleshy lump of human, uncertain where certain parts begin and other parts end.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔪’𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢.

𝖇𝖔𝖔.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned She looks like a child. She looks like something impossibly, ineffably fragile.*

find someone else.
you go and find someone else.
clean and fresh and pretty.
make your heir. do as you wish.
see how long they can stand you.

[— 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢. @daedalians]

@malpractitioned But these are the thoughts of a damaged woman, and there is a small part of her crying, weeping, to save a piece of herself, a piece he cannot touch; so she banishes them, swallows them down.
She stands there, and wilts. She wilts like the neglected flowers in their garden.