Deviant since Jan 11, 2012 | Premium Member until Sep 2, 2014
just want to sleep
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“have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?
maybe i wear lipstick so that you will see my pretty pink mouth wrapping around a coffee cup lid and be distracted enough not to notice that i am intelligent and powerful; a threat.
maybe i draw my brows into high arches so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism and overlook my spiteful glare as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor and know that if you should try to overpower me i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes i am really baring my fangs waiting patiently for the day that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries; you will find that these things are my armor to keep you at a distance so you do not step on me and shatter my fragile control.
i am not a husk — i am not wilting. i am turning my head so that the fire blazing through my eyes does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl; i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix — a forest of werewolves and wendigos that will carve out your chest so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.”
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Call me Izzy / Butter l 15 l Sydney l dating my bed l hates moths l married to Yunho l watches Wholock