sub female

About me
I am shy.
Dark & Quiet.
A traveler of the mind.
It's been so long...

I feel trapped in the labyrinth of my realm.
Wandering, in a long white laced dress.
Barefoot through the wild forest.
I can feel the blueberries on the wet soil under my feet.
My fine white dress is getting dirty and torned.
Wind is blowing.
“Magic lifts my hair (That’s the wind).”
It will be a long dark and cold journey to the unknown.

I want to be consumed, like a poem read by a hungry heart, like willing prey when a beast licks marrow right off the bone.
Both the ephemeral and the grittily real; both the emotional and physical. I want to be hunted like a mystery to unravel, eaten like a delicious treat. Inhaled.
Lusted after.

“There are some hungers that increase when you feed them until they are wild things, living at the edges of your skin like wolves outside a village waiting for a sweet mouthful of red riding hood.”

Under the dark veils of nature I need to be the Night.
The Darkness. 
The Sorrow.
The Pain.
I feel the need to transform, escape.
Surrendering, falling, submitting.
Angry and soft.
Sad and fragile.

"My life cannot exist without pain to find love,
without sorrow to find happiness,
I cannot live without agony.
Many things in my life are just a dream.
My deepest emotions,
what I feel so deep in my heart and soul is truest life.
Without this overwhelming anguish within me,
I will never truly exist."

“Persephone had it right.
If you must go, might as well take all
of spring with you—

— Cathy Linh Che

BDSM and me
“It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel.”
C. Sinclair
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees:
but he who is not afraid of my darkness,
will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

F. Nietzsche
What's new
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”

I love old libraries.
The smell of the books when you open them.
Eloquent writing and poetry.
Dark poetry.
Romance and beautiful stories to be said.

Music plays an important role in my life.
Music can quiet my thoughts.
I am an overthinker and I often get lost in my thoughts
Update date
Mar 21, 2024
Member since
Jul 25, 2021
  Send a message