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The gift of my love, like Cupid's fine gilded arrows, penetrates you to your very core. From this wound I shape you into something new, an immaculate conception. Don't forget who made you who you are.
Rise and shine. Every day is a new day, a fresh opportunity shimmering in front of you like sunlight streaming in through a window. Open up, and let me in.
I will thrust you into the fire of passion, and out of you forge a deadly weapon in a silent war. My hands bring you the greatest gift in the world: violence. What will you do with it?
(( I Think, Generally Speaking, It's A Bad Look To Be 21 Years Old And Prioritizing Calling 18 Year Olds Fresh Out Of High School Immature While Also Sharing One Of Their Real Names But That's Just Me.
IF THERE IS ONE THREAD FROM ME THAT YOU READ, PLEASE LET IT BE THIS ONE.
(( I Think, Generally Speaking, It's A Bad Look To Be 21 Years Old And Prioritizing Calling 18 Year Olds Fresh Out Of High School Immature While Also Sharing One Of Their Real Names But That's Just Me.
IF THERE IS ONE THREAD FROM ME THAT YOU READ, PLEASE LET IT BE THIS ONE.
My mind is open, gaping, ready for God to press His hand right through. I am God. My hands the greatest form of purification; my work untouchable, immaculate. Iโll show you the mystery of love. Then Iโll show you the flood.
Look at me. Everyone thinks Iโm deranged.
Utterly deranged. It means absolutely nothing to me. Ants in a hill, waiting for hellfire to pour through the open gate.
The sun comes closer every day.
i really, really didn't want to have to make this tweet. i personally insisted that this was kept in private for two entire paragraphs' worth of text, but since she has decided that SHE wants to bring drama to other people, and that SHE wants to tweet about it-
No man is an island. Breath, soft and cool, hits the landscape of my bodyโฆ God, my bodyโฆ bleeding everywhere. Like perfect wine. Give me yours. Every last drop.
Theyโre hiding something from me. Something they believe Iโm too senile to comprehend. I see it, the strange visions that pass before my eyes in ectoplasmic amoebaโฆ I know it mustโve projected out of me. Nothing else is capable of such a massive power.