wystswolf

My emerging savior complex rears it's heroic head.

They make excellent lovers. But poor housemates!

‘The horn of Boromir!’ he cried. ‘He is in need!’ He sprang down the steps and away, leaping down the path. ‘Alas! An ill fate is on me this day, and all that I do goes amiss.’

I am not afraid.

This is part 1 in an ongoing series exploring how sexual abuse structured my life.

I watched an artist battle his demons, and I understood completely.

If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him.

Upon the shores of Biltwurt, Entwhistle in Eastern Wysterica was found a tiny blue gem.

Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are always becoming.

We’re both under the same stars, but not in the same sky.