More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Media vita in morte sumus. In the midst of life we are in death.
For the desensitized, to feel alive, we perpetually balance on the brink of death.
I swear if she asked me to light myself on fire right now, I’d strike a match.
“Even in the darkest chasm, the deepest crags of hell, I will find you. I won’t leave you in the dark.”
We look at our dark side in the privacy of our mind, where we can raise the veil when the threat becomes too great.
When do we know the moment the danger is no longer a threat and insanity has consumed us?
Only vile creatures could love so violently.
Lost in our relentless desire as we rend each other apart, we are these wild, wicked things.
prima materia, the chaos of the universe.
The man who looks at the blood and carnage in the unhinged depths of my psyche and doesn’t shy away in horror, but rather craves the dark depravity, who can even find the beauty in it.
Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed.
She fears the terrible things we’re capable of, the loss of control. She fears us.
The harder we deny our nature, the more painful our existence.
“The lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
There’s no ecstasy in the celestial planes that can ever tempt me to atone. You’re the only heaven I want to be in. Don’t damn me, sweetness.”
“But I will paint the whole fucking world red for you.
“If I ripped my heart from the cavity of my chest, I’d still feel you, and that is the painful reality of my existence. Tell me I’m heartless, and let me prove it to you.”
The architect of chaos magick wrote: The discovery of one’s true will or real nature may be difficult and fraught with danger, since a false identification leads to obsession and madness.
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. Let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a raging monster. CARL JUNG
“I will bathe this ground in blood, sweetness,” he whispers, eliciting a shiver over my skin. “Every star in my universe burns in the silvery pools of your eyes. An infinity of wishes cast there, and I only desire one thing, lunam deam.” He presses his forehead to mine, his voice a coarse plea as he says, “Stay with me.”
It’s the connection of the twin flame. Once your other half is found, if divided, it will consume and devour everything in its path like the fires of hell to be reunited.
What frightened one man, the dark stirring of my soul, the thread of violence woven just beneath my surface, enraptures another.
For now, when those restless instances do occur, I remind myself I’m just a speck of dust floating in the cosmos being observed by my seer.
The prima materia, the dark matter of the universe. The chaos of the soul.
