I sometimes feel like there’s an animal trapped beneath my ribs, clawing to get out. It’s rage and passion in its purest form. It feels both holy and unholy, dark and sexual. A hunger; for flesh, for sex, for blood. And I don’t know how to keep it controlled (and to be honest, I don’t want to keep it always controlled). When it’s able to slip through the cracks in my resolve it always makes me feel closest to divinity. Like if I tore my flesh away, I could ascend beyond mortality and be something else.
I’m afraid it will destroy me. I’m even more afraid I would like it.
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I’m not forgiving Eclipse until he looks at the camera and says sorry to women.
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Mandy , Lip , mickey , and Linda didn't do shit when Ian was having sex with an adult while Ian was what ? 14 - 15 ? how long had they been having sex? four people knew. four! and none of them did anything.
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Little tangent, particularly on the topic of Adam's (Frankenstein's Monster's) wife.
So a little thing I've been doing when it comes to her is giving her a name, obviously, and I've seen people give her names which is mighty cool. But what I PERSONALLY call her depends entirely on if she accepts, or rejects Adam.
Simply put it, I like to call her Lilith if she rejects him (which is often the case), or Eve if she accepts him (never gonna happen bro, she's gotten learn what language even is first)
ANYWHO, this is just my little headcanon. :]
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Took two sleeping pills at some time after 2:30 in the morning (I had to get up at 9 for work), and passed out so hard I saw Achilles and Patroclus running around the Underworld.
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