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I became naught but a killing shadow.

@oldtessablog-blog / oldtessablog-blog.tumblr.com

Inspiration and In-Character Blog [NSFW] for Tessa Lovell She was a broken antique burdened by the callous touch of scars and half-remembered punishments, a fragile girl forged into a monstrous hound by cruel hands and false claims of salvation. She was an instrument, a dagger dripping liquid rubies, an architect of murderous design. She was haunted by white forms in the dark, and she promised herself one thing: to bring a reckoning upon them.
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Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin  (via mercurieux)

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