It took me years to admit to myself that I deserved to exist. After a long background of verbal abuse and emotional manipulation, I finally broke free—mostly by sheer will.
And now I have something to say…
To whoever hears this, I want you to know, that you are amazing.
Despite your struggles, the pain, the broken bits and pieces of your soul, you are amazing.
If no one has told you today, you are a miracle. Every breath you take affirms your worthiness. You have a voice worth hearing, a smile worth seeing, and an opinion worth sharing.
Be. Just be. You are enough. 💕
She always came so easily, so perfectly responsive to his touch, his voice, his will even. Although she hated thinking of it like that. She was stubborn and would remind him vehemently that he was a man from another time, that he needed to remember she had the vote, or in other words, he had no right to impose any will on her in any way, shape, or form.
What she didn’t know, was that the master was always the slave. Yes, he would be her man. He’d bend her body and her heart, her pride to his. And he did. Subtly. But all the while she was his goddess; Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of love.
He belonged to her.
Because what good was a man with nothing to worship but himself?
Darcy Branwyn 
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