Illicit beauty
"and I most jocund, apt and willingly ~ to do you rest ~ a thousand deaths would die..." • Viola, Twelfth Night This is illicit beauty and it breaks me also I'm in Hong Kong and it's pretty af 💮💮💮 so it's been three weeks since the day that changed everything and I'm still fearful that I hallucinated everything and to refute the truth I ensnared myself in a perpetual limbo of reveries and mendacity before one divulges I finally experienced catharsis in its most powerful form!!!! I relinquished myself of the thing I love the most but also loathe the most Power Absolution Retribution sorry lana I love you but fuck money power and glory absolute retribution is where I'm at I've overcome my addiction to physical pain but I fear displacement with psychological torture and I realised: the cure will only ever be an illusive dream locked behind the most opacious of facades with subjugation to the powerlessness, choice is conferred I can concede; I can f...