writings on love, sex, voyeurism, and synchronicity
"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."