"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke


texts from last month.

me:  "i'm a deer and you're a wolf.  it's perfect."
he:  "uhhuh!  i'ma chase you thru the forest....bite your neck in half...and you'll take it willingly.  mama nature has told you that this violence is meant to be."

i'm in love.

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"in the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. don't run away from this dying. whoever's not killed for love is dead meat." - rumi