welcome to CRYING LIKE CASSANDRA.
(are you crying yet? didn’t you hear the warnings?)
this shrieking pyre is rooted in fear, familial wounds, fever dreams, and fits of wild rage. it is a place for those aching to find jurisdiction. everything connects until it doesn’t. our bodies are nothing more than fuel for ichor and flame, move accordingly.
a writer at heart, ryn selene is a lover of horror stories, florence welch, ethel cain, and dancing under the moonlight.
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ryn selene
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