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𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵. | 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 | #𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍𝚃𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑

I'm feeling generous... Starter call, like for a starter from me. Or RT to get the word around. ♡ or ↻

Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｓ ｍｅ ｎｏｗ？

And even goddesses know when it’s time to rise... alone. And don’t beg to be loved.

I am fire-wrapped in silk. I am more than sequins and survival. I am not built for half-versions of love. I am fire and hunger and light. I am aching truth wrapped in red lipstick and velvet resolve. I am a Goddess.

I wasn’t running because of rumors. There was no scandal. No betrayal. No other woman. I was leaving because I’d made the mistake of falling in love with a man who would never love me. Not truly. Not the way I needed.

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ↠Ｓｔｏｒｙ ｔｏｌｄ ｂｙ Ｄｅｃａｙｅｄ．

Love doesn’t survive on almosts...

Draven, The Fallen Angel Lusts toy, Rosalyn Asmodeus Bound. A crack of lightning. A warning. Coming of Draven. The Fallen for Lust. | Sexual content | Lust knows no sexuality only wants all | — DecayedMoose and Darker collaboration

And if I acknowledged it, I couldn’t ignore the way it felt like falling.

the way his eyes stayed locked on mine, as if waiting for me to figure something out. The problem was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Because if I did—if I let myself see—then I’d have to acknowledge what had been building between us from the beginning.

𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮… “…𝙢𝙤 𝙨𝙩ó𝙧”