wisp-of-thought - ♡ it aches softer here ♡
♡ it aches softer here ♡

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Readers: *thinking There Isint Going To Be Anymore Sexy Times In Demon Realms After The Ridiculousness

Readers: *thinking there isint going to be anymore sexy times in demon realms after the ridiculousness that ensued with the crinkle of foil and a particular cavern in City of Heavenly Fire*

Cassie Clare (writing TLBOTW): *evil chuckle*

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4 years ago

and look at us

with our man-made streetlight stars

violently tearing open the dark

drowning out any notion of anything

not crafted by our own

will and want and fear

and look at us

wishing on shooting street light stars

we pass on the drive home

hoping for things we are told to want

making wishes that aren't really ours

longing for dreams only seen in the distance

illuminated by the glow of the city


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4 years ago

(mild gore tw)

to watch someone waste away as you heal is the ultimate sacrifice. i recognize the look in her eyes like reflection. reflection not of me but of the girl I used to be. as though that ghost is a generational heirloom. the haunting inherited. and yet is it not my fault? for did i not perform my own exorcism of that demon in a closet that we shared? did i not unleash an insatiable hatred unaware that it would seek the next blood in the bloodline? did i not bask too long in the glory of belonging so entirely to myself to notice the parts of me i gouged out no longer rested beneath my finger nails?

as we laid in next to each other in bed at night, and I stayed awake for hours clawing the self hate off me, was it not my fault for waiting too long to change the sheets? somehow did the grime not stick to her as she tossed and turned? tell me that the extra minutes I spent glaring at I my reflection did not leave the mirror greedy for more. caused it to hold her gaze for longer each time. afterall how could it not be. my fault. for i never attempted to cleanse the walls of blood spatter and so of course she would be curious. 

but to watch someone waste away as you heal is the ultimate sacrifice. yet sometimes i wonder who is sacrificing what. who is sacrificing who.


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