Well, I’m not. Cowardly Lion and all. How about you tell the God of the Underworld and death he’s coo-coo. You’re cuter, he might not kill you.
Fine, I will.
(Source: tallulahgrey)
"Jeg er en lille ulv inde i en pige."
Tallulah Grey Damgaard
Twenty-two
Odense, Denmark
I am the girl, I speak for the trees.
***
The ground is grown and blue stars are blooming. The seeds are falling out. The problem is, the ground is on the side and the sky is on the down. Turn me around.
1/50 »
The hurt wasn’t— he liked cuts, and bruises, how they looked against my skin, and I liked, I didn’t mind, when he did— I felt good when I made him feel good— and, and he’d only, if I didn’t do as I was supposed to, were the only times I were punished. It isn’t- isn’t nearly as bad as I made it sound before.
Mister Stål, no no no no— Mister Stål that is- oh no, but… No punishment that is not love, no— Mister Stål… I do not like you being hurt…
Fine! But you have to come with me. If I’m going to be dinner, you’re going to be dessert.
Hmph. Fine! I will go with you! I am very brave, storebroderen!
(Source: tallulahgrey)
What do… what do you mean?
It was never grey, never bad, no, he was always… he was always the only light in the world, the very only one, how could it be bad?
Hurt is not good, not good at all, Mister Stål.
Why would you want me to do that? Don’t you love me Buttercup? Why would you want me to be fed to Cerberus?!
You called me coo-coo. So you call him coo-coo too. You are stærk. And— it was a dare. You cannot say no to a dare, storebroderen.
(Source: tallulahgrey)
Crimson- oh, it’s such.. the word is perfect. He would love the way blood looked on my skin, crimson beads all across the cuts.
He would, oh, he would call me his little wife, when I did good. I had the best privilege in the world. I was allowed to take care of him, keep him happy and pleased- I got punished if I didn’t, which is to be expected. Of course, if I couldn’t take care of him, why would he have kept me? We were so in love, and he cared for me so… Always hurt the ones who hurt me. He killed my father— my, the man who took care of me, when he found out, all about— all about what he did. He never made me feel bad. Not unless I deserved it, and, oh, he was… he was everything, he is absolutely everything.
That— blood? No, Mister Stål, that does not sound very crimson to me— not my crimson, no no, Mister Stål. That is grey.
Protect, but punish? Oh, Mister Stål, oh, you are confusing me very much. He makes you feel bad? But good? My Sir Løve does not make me feel bad. Only crimson. You are confusing me, Mister Stål…
Please don’t tell her Tallulah! Pleasepleaseplease dont! I’m sorry I called you coo-coo. Please dont tell her. It’ll mess everything up. Please.
Okay, storebroderen, okay… Do not cry. But you have to tell Mister Rige Død that he is a coo-coo. Ja? Ja.
(Source: tallulahgrey)
You wouldn’t dare.
You do not think so, storebroderen? I will be very crimson to tell her! I will! I will!
(Source: tallulahgrey)
