— 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 .ᐟ

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

there’s something so beautifully violent about you. i can’t figure out what it is. is it your vacant eyes? your sharp teeth? or your blood—stained hands?

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 * v͟i͟o͟l͟e͟n͟t delights have VIOLENT ends & in their triumph 𝐝𝐢𝐞 like fire and powder ( … )

do you know one day i will kill you? i won't kill you because i have stopped loving you or because i'm jealous of you, but simply because i sometimes want to devour you.

in another world i lived without you. i probably died there so i don’t offer it much thought.