Say you trust me.
Now let me hear you scream.
@pericolosa
☾ quote acc ☽ ── featuring lyrics, writing prompts, & quotes from various media. a digital commonplace journal. a labor of love. crafted for the RP writing community. designed to spark muse. posts sporadically. originally est. July 2023 on mastodon. 𓇼
Say you trust me.
Now let me hear you scream.
I am the weapon.
Feeding a murder of crows.
Our bare feet are stepping on sticks and rocks, and I know I’m getting nicked but the wind is smoothing my satin slip over my body like a lover’s touch and raking its fingers through my hair.
I wanted her to need me as badly as I need her, but she’s like the stars; beautiful and untouchable.
I’m going hunting for wolves. I want to get eaten like I’m Little Red fucking Riding Hood.
We had the sort of love that’s so sharply wonderful it borders on pain.
Her dreams were wild and unhinged and violent.
In their phones were antennas, and these antennas sniffed out an invisible world, as if by magic, a world that was all around them, and also nowhere, transporting them to places distant and near, and to places that had never been and would never be.
Eight billion people in the world and I only want ℎ𝑒𝑟.
I had a reputation as a deadly motherfucker.
That’s right, I am your god.
Sanctimonious questions and smug answers.
Beautiful. Crushingly so. You look like the rest of my life.
He won’t harm you again. Not if he wishes to see another moon.
Just a boy striking matches upon your heart.
I know what she needs, and I’ll be the one to give it to her.
He who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more.
I’m not nice. I don’t 𝑑𝑜 nice. It’s not in me.
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I don’t care who had her first, last, or the longest. She looks better with me, and I mean that disrespectfully.
bird-seeded words
taking flight, landing,
a flurry of moth wings, on page
Do we all have a bit or piece of something that we instinctively cast back on when the heart wants to break upon itself and causes us to say, “Oh yes, but there was this,” or “Oh yes, but there was that,” and so we go on?
Dead men tell no tales.
Everybody knows that home is where your teeth sink, love.
Can he feel it? The past pressing on us like it has a presence of its own? Does it close up his throat like it does mine? Or am I the only one drowning in these memories?
You are the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins, and all the power and glory in the world are useless without you—
Sometimes we just stay up all night worshiping each other— 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑠.
It’s time I brought you where you belong—on your knees before Death.