i get apoplexy thinking of my father— i resemble him in far too many ways.
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there aren't enough of us left to be throwing lives away, but there is too much at stake not to take calculated risks.
live with love. embrace the pain, the frailty, and the moments so unbearably shameful.
people need other people. someday you’ll need others. when that time comes, you’re surely going to regret things.
IT FEELS SO GROSS. IT FEELS SO GROSS. IT FEELS SO GROSS. IT FEELS SO GROSS. IT FEELS SO... IT FEELS SO GOOD? IT FEELS GOOD? IT FEELS GOOD? IT FEELS GOOD? IT FEELS GOOD? IT FEELS GOOD? IT FEELS GOOD?
i've thought many times, “is this what peace feels like? and is it good enough?”
you can always make something good out of a bad situation. those good moments. hold onto them. forever.
you can make something move again, speak again, even think again... but without death, it will never live.
all i can hope for is for me to get better because all i can take is no more.
in the embrace of a dead god, i'll eternally rest among the stars.
the earth saw you and wept its admiration, and there were the oceans. it heard you and screamed its awe, and there was thunder. the world gives its whole self to you; and by standing upon its soil, eating its fruit, breathing its air, you give back. life. worships. you.
my love, you are holy. and this world we live in understands that.
i know he will be really hurt if he finds out he caused all these wounds. compared to the pain he'd feel, my pain is nothing.
you should be smiling, too. aren't you excited? aren't you happy? you're going to be free.
my heartbeat has synced up with the ceaseless ticking... and i hear it in my head, no matter how far away i wander...
men would rather shoulder their pain themselves than cause their loved ones to worry.
all it would take was a flick of his knife. vengeance was his and he gave me back my life.
i hold your sorrows, hold your fears, hold your anger in my tears. nobody asked me to... but that is what i'm meant to do.
see, i myself have been stepped on so many times it started to feel like my place.
it's much harder dealing with the living. give me a ghost to talk to any day.
that was the first time i felt like i was needed. and i thought it might be all right to stay here. that's what i'd been missing all along. for whatever reason... you became the place where i belong. and for me... that's incredibly... important...