All Hail King Paimon! By RobertGillett

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“Stand Proud” vs “STONE OCEAN” Father and daughter parallel

Anger Is Heat

It starts as a spark, a flicker. It start as a glimpse. For only a moment, the darkness is seized. For only a moment.

Then

Another strike of the match and the room bursts into flames.

Ever corner. Every crevice. Light spreads like a disease.

It's cool, touchable almost- at first. It dances atop your fingertips.

You could extinguish it easily, a simple breath could end it. You should blow it out now.

And then it is warm.

It is the heat of a summer's day. Next it is the steam of a kettle. Within seconds it is the flame of candle.

And then it's the sun.

It burns everything it touches, dressing you in charcoal, leaving you steaming.

Destruction.

Damage.

You opened that window and that fire spread. Sucked out into the fresh air. The cool air.

You should have blown it out.

You can't take back the burns. The scars. The pain. You can't take back the fire.

You can't take back the heat.

" A well-read woman is a dangerous creature"

Lisa Kleypas

Ned Axthelm

The Lie

You love her. You know you love her. Like you've never loved anyone else- anything else. She's so fucking lovable. Your heart swells at the sight of her, beats faster. Butterflies in your stomach. Euphoria tugs at the corners of your mouth. The room just lit up when she walked through that door. She's so fucking lovable.

But

"I love you too." There it is. The lie you knew would come. Of course it's a lie. How could she love you? How could something as dirty, as tainted, as sinful, as a lie come out of her mouth?

But

Of course it's a lie. She is so fucking lovable. She is easy to love. She doesn't take time to love. She doesn't take effort. Thought. Strength.

To love her is to breathe. The air filling your lungs, the adoration filling your heart- they're one in the same. To love her is to breathe. To live.

But

You. You are not so lovable. You are smoke in the air. To love you is to choke. To claw at your throat and gasp for air. For her.

You've suffocated others enough to know this. Of course it's a lie. How could she love you? How could anyone?

Not even you can.

for old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. let’s do it for the love that used to be here!! it is reason enough!!

Inktober No. 20  👀

Jackie Estacado/The Darkness meet Eddie Brock/Venom

Dolce & Gabbana A/W 2014-15

Service, oil painting by Konstantin Korobov

PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005) BRIDGERTON (2020-) BECOMING JANE (2007) SANDITON (2019-) EMMA (2020)

for @generalmorozova