the locked tomb series is really like. maybe love doesn’t conquer all. maybe love is not pure and good and holy. maybe love is not a white dove come to save you from yourself. maybe it won’t fix you. maybe it’ll make everything worse. maybe love is dirty and ugly and terrifying and awful. maybe it’ll kill you. maybe it’ll warp you into something unrecognizable. maybe love is a parasite and by the time you realize it’s there, it’s too late to tear it out of you, no matter how badly you might want to. maybe it’s a cordiceps fungus, tangled up in your nerves, making you do things you’d never ordinarily do. maybe love is a dog with its jaw locked on your arm. maybe love is an angry ghost. maybe love is a brain hemorrhage, a seizure, two weeks of sleeplessness and cracking open your own tibia unanesthetized in a bathroom. maybe it’s the ocean you’ll drown in. maybe it’s poison. maybe it’s scary and filthy and difficult and bad for you.
so what now? are you going to stop? are you even going to try?
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