Don't struggle. That never helps.

Now comes the fun part.

Truthfully, I'm thankful for you.

|[PRIVATE / CURSED EXTREMELY HACKABLE]|

It's restless again, prowling in the back of my mind, sick with whispers and waiting. Hackles raised and on the edge of readiness, hard and sharp-- a deep and sickening coil of razor edges and slick turns. Always waiting. Always restrained, where I'd rather let us loose. Half animal, half artist, aching ( Read more... )