i died, and you carried me. i gambled, and you covered my bet. you kept the faith, and were the instrument of both my vengeance and my grace. and now i have fought through time, and the river...will you not look at me now, cam, and know me?
fuck one flesh, one end, harrow. i already gave my flesh to you, and i already gave you my end. i gave you my sword. i gave you myself. i did it while knowing i’d do it all again, without hesitation, because all i ever wanted you to do was eat me
surviving on low fat yogurt and fake sugar coffee, girls get really good at making a dead thing look alive and girls get even better at making dying look beautiful. you can cover your body in flowers and lace but dead is dead and animals will always smell it