Monday, 22 April 2013

girl v. writing

There’s something poisonous about love that I just can’t get enough of. It entered my life a mercenary, a stampede through my heart when I least expected it. I was a lost soul that had sunk into a deep depression, dropped two dress sizes, dropped out of university and fled far away from the promising future I had always worked towards. Then I was smothered by an enchanting satyr and once I was enticed to the other side, once I had tasted love, I just couldn’t waste another day of my life without it. So I followed it. I stalked, vehemently pursued and hunted it down like prey.