i am a good girl; i wear your dresses and curl my hair and my lashes and my fingers into fists that don’t unfold.
i am a monster; there is an ocean of blood between my hands, gushing from my wolf’s teeth and claws. i laugh and it feels a lot like howling. i smile and it sounds a lot like a warning.
— I AM A GOOD GIRL. I AM A MONSTER. CAN’T I BE BOTH? // d.s.