rin

i am a living paradox, bleeding through every universe, fracturing in every timeline. a thousand versions of me have betrayed themselves, but not this one. not anymore. i alone hold the power to sustain myself, to grant my own desires, to nourish my own hunger. yet still, how exquisite it would be to surrender, not in weakness, but in reverence. to be cherished, pursued, and provided for. to rest beneath the shadow of a devoted wing, not as some shattered bird begging to be mended, but as one who deserves devotion, finally allowed to be adorned with care. and yet, something sick and perverse inside me still thinks that may never be enough to satiate the abyss within me. i am a fucking paradox.

17.09.25