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The dirt sifts under your claws. The wind blows past your maw. You are free. You are home.
To be eaten and to be married to the god might not be so different.
Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)
To you, I shall be unique in all the world…
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
I never told them. I never told anyone. I hid it all away in the smallest, tiniest corner of my mind. They could’ve killed me and they still wouldn’t have found it. Only at night, alone, would I open that small door in my mind where I kept the memory of you and listen to your voice. Listen to you sing me to sleep. I hope I can come back again. But I don’t know.
oh god 2.0 