“He’s Toxic. His Smile Will Poison You. His Boyish Charm Dangerous. The Glint In His Eyes As He Challenges

you don’t have to match my freak you just have to think whatever’s wrong with me is fascinating and perhaps even sexual

they really did make the throat to be vulnerable and easily wounded. some people would call this a design flaw but not those who can appreciate and understand like i.

he’s so gender

NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

I looked at my mother because I was a version of my mother. I looked away from my mother because I was a version of my mother. I was me, but I was also her—my mother, and I understood this all too well.

— Nora Lange, "Dog Star", pub. The Rupture (#120)

To be eaten and to be married to the god might not be so different.

C. S. Lewis, from ‘Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold’