𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔶𝔫 𝔨𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔫 🕷️🍂

let those without scruples condemn the wounded for her pain and her rage, and dismiss her humanity's value.

you are no better than the monsters you coddle and enable, and all the more pathetic besides.

i tell no lie. i am azurelore korrigan.

and i suffer no outrage in silence.

if you see no genuine issue with the behavior at hand, then your mind is equally diseased. and in your way you are worse than the creature: you are the beast's keeper, who ensure it never betters its ways.

i am better than all of you, for i am sincere. my mind, my heart, and my hands all are clear. and i know what is right and is wrong.

to describe the blood makes more noise than the stabbing, but wisdom looks for the cause of the injury. politesse is the crime of the complicit.

when you are correct, and the culprit has no argument in their favor, then the only tool left is dismissal. DARVO. to tell you they don't care and neither should you—and if you speak out, you're the aggressor. to paint you as crazy, obsessive, for refusing to eat your abuse.

i have said she has the heart of a young man in pr for a hot silicon valley startup. this was no insult; it was a description. because that is simply the rough shape of her emotional understanding.

the weaponized apathy and application of DARVO are key assets, and now on show.

it's what you do to a woman you've wronged, especially when you know that she's right. you say she's hysterical, that her anger at being abused is in fact the real abuse, and you rally those of a mind to support the key message:

you get to do whatever you want, without question.

it's this precise entitlement I've described. this precise toxin, this precise abuse i have suffered with hardly a complaint for the last ten months—for it was made abundantly clear that nobody would ever care about my pain. that it was unworthy of mention and an insult besides.

i say in all justified feminine rage:

fuck you and your withered dry dude-mind.

fuck your posse of yes-men who support the decay of your humanity instead of helping you to grow.

fuck the upbringing and experiences that allowed this to happen to you.

who so profaned your beauty.

i was drawn to the wonderful that exists inside you.

but time and again you have chosen the path of callous violence over care.

and i am just one victim of so many—see my boyfriend, too scared to object.

if you fail to learn, i can only imagine the wake you will continue to leave.

i am as furious at the person you have squandered in yourself, in the girl whom i trusted with my heart and my future and all that i am as a person, as i am with your dismissal of my life at a whim.

you are not a good person. and it is such a tragedy that you refuse to be one.

it is such a tragedy to have to feel the way that i do about you now. you were my inspiration, my main reason to wake, my dream of a lifetime friend.

but it is a tragedy of nobody's design but your own.

you pathetic piece of shit.

don't worry, i will never speak of you again.

fuck you.