Master of Salt & Bones

by Keri Lake

it’s a place where most of the redheads are single,

guess id be screwed lmao

so while the idea of meeting with them is about as exciting as taking inventory of the hair on my balls, it’s worth the effort of being polite.

lolllll

Never taking her eyes off me, she lifts the blade, showing blood running down the steel, which she licks away. “You taste like rage and lust.”

“The way your body responds to my touch. Like the strings of a piano when the hammer strikes it. Every note of a song that I write. A song you keep begging me to play.”

“I want my name to echo inside your head like a blade across your skull, because that’s what you are to me. The knife that cuts deeper and deeper.”

“Well, brace yourself. Because the only thing that gets me off more than knives is water.”

iykyk lol

“Sticking toothpicks in my eyeballs would be less tortuous than trying to keep my hands off you in that dress,”

“There are darknesses in life and there are lights. You are one of the lights.”

This girl has corrupted every fiber of my being, and no one will ever be good enough after her. No one will ever compare to the flesh and blood fantasy before me. She’s mine.

The breath of new life. The steady pulse in my veins. The long-awaited beat of a heart that’s been dead too long. My kindred flame.

“His world isn’t my world. Goodbye, Makaio.”

now she is just being dramatic . &its so irritating

She’s whipping winds and half-torn rooftops, treacherous waves and dangerous undertows, and I can’t fucking get enough of her, for some reason. I don’t know if I’m a weatherman at heart, or a bona fide masochist who loves the torment.

I hate funerals. If I was a grief eater, I could feast all day on the sadness and misery that comes with being forced to stare at a casket. Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we prolong the anguish by shoving our faces in it for a full day?

agreed

The thought of that sends bile up my throat, and I have to press my lips together to keep from throwing up.

why do they always suppress their vomit? id be puking all over these disgusting men lmao

Together, we are madness. And there is music in madness, and madness in love. It doesn’t matter what the world thinks of us.

Because we’re the composers, the conductors of our own fate, and we write the notes to a beautiful, dark melody that no one else can hear.