шлюха

me and my existential crisis

the shadow by daniela astone ★ шлюха ★

Religious trauma alleviated

‍ The truth is dark and makes us bleed In hell is where I stand, it's where I find my inner strength For my confessions I don't need a church I don't need salt to know where it hurts Don't pray for me, no I cannot breathe for you

You may not recognize my flesh, but you can always find me in the branches of the willow, in the large stone of the forest, in the stems of moss, in the shadow of the moonlight and in the waves of the pond. If you have forgotten human speech and heard a voice inside calling you to the forest, it was me.

Neither a nymph nor a gnome but a secret third one, gollum

‍ 𝘐𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

Somebody statistically is lost in a cave system rn and they're doomed and going psychotic in the dark rn and I am in my room imprisoned by the limits of my mortality and the human brain capacity.