Call it a cult. Call it an experience. Call it madness. I call it religion. Stamp stamp stamp your feet, let Tartarus shake beneath you. Let the earth tremble at your power. Scream scream scream at the sky, let the stars hear you and echo back with light. Do not fall silent, you must burnContinue reading
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sarcolinedream: I am mourning the memory-star. I am always remembering my body, the way it leans towards the rock face. How it breaks out wilder than the hunted deer. this is it. I tell myself in fragments. This is when I stop sleeping in the shadows. — The Hungry / The Hunted, Michelle Tudor (15/52)
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