you cried wolf, so i came running. QUESTION: am i the wolf or the
savior? is my smile too sharp or just my teeth? ANSWER: come a little closer. ↷ ind dark au scott mccall. written by bast.
————— TELL ME, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE WITH YOUR FISTS CURLED, always seeking something to fight? how does it feel to be so RABID, so v i c i o u s , so hellbent on making a RUIN out of yourself? how does it feel to be the KNIFE between your own ribs ? darling, you are THE WAR AND THE BATTLEFIELD and there is no victory or glory in bringing yourself to your knees. they have SUNG of your rage, SEE : and none of them have known that most of it is aimed at yourself. it will always feel H O L L O W , somewhere, somehow, like you’re full of holes; it will always feel like you’re inadequate. you must learn to live with it, one way or the other, before you fill the grave you’ve dug. ( you’re choking on the thoughts, half too cowardly and far too proud to end what you began; but it’s so late, by god, too late – you’re halfway to hell, the flames licking the soles of your feet. it’s fine, you think. you didn’t know what you wanted when you picked up the axe, anyway. ) ©

I WILL BE HERE WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE ALL ALONE. SEEPING THROUGH THE CRACKS, I’M THE POISON IN YOUR BONES. MY LOVE IS YOUR DISEASE, I WON’T LET IT SET YOU FREE — TIL I BREAK YOU 。。。 previously voraciiious. ©
the sun is giving. all the time, the sun is giving. and she’s going to burn out, one day. and it’s going to be the biggest, most terrifying, act of self-love that our little blue world has ever witnessed. — ind rule 63 scott mccall. written by bast.
—— PRAYER? you’re going to pray? who would you be petitioning precisely? me? GOD? and what did god say to the people of paris as you turned them into stone? when they said help me lord as you
destroyedone of the greatest cities on earth. did god answer them? you know they say in certain rooms that god answers every prayer. just most days, he says ‘no.’ … that’s not today. today, god said something else entirely. LUCKY YOU. lucky us.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ you’re cold on the inside. there’s a dog in your heart. and it tells you to TEAR everything apart. my body’s covered in teeth marks ; your B I T E worse than your bark. you RUIN everything you touch and D E S T R O Y anyone you love.