Evangeline
He/She
20 ‎ Intj
In love with My Muse.⠀

I'm just a man devoted to his husband. A woman devoted to her wife. A dog devoted to its God, a God devoted to His dog.

He's my Sun, my Moon, my Eclipse. My design, my art piece, my muse. I was born for him. I exist for him. Everything I am is for him. My soul orbits his just as his does mine, cursed and bound together in every lifetime by the red string of fate.

If you're starting to think that I sound disgustingly obsessed, it's because I am. "So if your husband jumped off a cliff, would you-" Yes. Pry open my rib cage, you'll find him there. Slit my wrist, I'll bleed him.

His body the coffin I lay in death and the holy altar I lay in offering. His lips the Eucharist I eat. His heart the gospel sang in my veins.

I'm so in love it makes me physically sick. If you're not him, you mean nothing to me. Like a wounded animal that only knows one refuge, I eat from his palms and kneel at his feet only. You are, and always will be, second to last.

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Pub: 14 Nov 2025 04:11 UTC

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