My emerging savior complex rears it's heroic head.

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.

Where the wheels pause, the world waits.

Stark raving madness this way lies

Your Wolf spent the week at a writer's workshop. His FIRST writer's workshop.

In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.

There is no shame in desire, only in denying it.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for birth.”

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.