Tadeusz Styka: "Tied Up" (1940)

You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain. You're rotting my brain.

Please don't ever fucking stop.

ultraviolence

I don't exist outside of interactions with Him - He is my brain and my world. My heart and my pain. My life and my death. My ghzal diali.

It is absurd, unreasonable and dangerous, but it is true.

I‘d do anything for You. But You don't need to ask, I will mould myself to fit into Your deepest desires on my own accord.

I want my reckless, immediate and dangerous declarations to tear through Your god-like defences.

I want to see You misscalculate me and break that controlled facade. See the surprise in Your words, and most importantly witness Your dangerous mouth swear for me.

I know I did that to You.

I will show You submission like you have never before sir. I will show you obsession like you have never seen my sir. I will surprise you like you've never been surprised my ghzal diali.

I just want to hear you swear again, please please please please please.

I am hamak for you.

- i

Anne Sexton, from a letter featured in Anne Sexton; A Self-Portrait In Letters

Will I survive you?

Smash, next question

I was about to feel sorry for myself for my own decisions…

I will instead remind myself that people make mistakes. That is ok to not know the path, and that the only way to learn is with pain.