I have these paper birds in my room from 17883 years ago and I still think they look cool..😛


Tell me a story about wolves;
I know how they go, all of them,
wolf dies, wolf is cut open,
wolf is bone and wolf is blood
and wolf is villain, always villain,
and wolf is starving.

I am starving.

No. No. Wolf is starving.
Tell me this:
the wolf always loses.
There is never a story
where the wolf wins.
Tell me this.
Tell me over and over again, so I stop
eyeing your throat,
so I can twine my fingers together
instead of reaching for yours, I am hungry,
help me, I am hungry,
chain me, I am hungry.
I know how the story goes:
wolf is chained, wolf wears lamb-skin,
wolf is threat and wolf is dead—
if wolf is no threat, wolf lives on,

Tell me this.
Darling girl, put your lambskin on,
rear up on your hind legs.
Teach yourself to have a human tongue.
Forget the woods. Forget the taste
of blood on your tongue, oh!
Your bones are the spires of Stockholm
and it’s a lovely city to die in.
Close your windows, girl,
and forget the way the moon sounds,
like a metaphor, like the death of metaphors.
Be human. It’s easier.
Once upon a time there was a girl, and a wolf,
and only the girl lived.
Whatever other story there might be is lost.




—  there is no happily ever after for people who aren’t people | sharkodactyl

Transformation Not Tuesday level 300 (my baby hospital bracelet in my hand today.)😛