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should we go into it together ᛤ if i go into it with you i will never come out.
my true love is under the ground and i'll never be anybody's hero now.
it’s revolting. the thought of someone falling for a person like me.
you are my sweetest downfall. i loved you first, i loved you first.
but i can see us lost in the memory, august slipped away like a moment in time, cause it was never mine. and i can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away, like a bottle of wine, cause you were never mine.
i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.
he is a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.
why does everything always have to turn into a murder case? i don't want to see any more of my friends die ... i'm tired of it.
you can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn't change its nature.
the god of fire descends to light the forest, to fill you with what hollows. everyone you meet you scorch.
do you think if you put your life on the line fighting for others, someone will stamp a form certifying you deserve to live?
leave your rings on my coffee table, your day clothes strewn over my bedroom floor, borrow a pair of pajamas. stay a while.
i was so unspeakably broken. so much so that i gave up trying to glue myself back together.
there are times when my longing for you overwhelms me, so often i can think of you only with teeth clenched.
time was a dying thing in our hands and grief was eating all that i'd let it.
i was so desperate to be understood that i would grab people and shove them inside my heart where they stuck out like splinters, and it would hurt every time i felt anything.
he had sought light all his life but he could not escape the darkness.
you know he’s never gonna choose you, because he thinks there’s something wrong with you.
he hated humans. he didn’t care if every last one of them were dead... there was an exception. there was one person who had changed his mind.
being a person didn't come naturally to me the way it seemed to for others. people who were sure of themselves awed me. i studied them and tried to mimic their ease.
you turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in. you spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin.
i would rather you stay here forever, and occupy a space here that belongs only to you.
my heart saw you before i did. it's beating, picked up, trying to talk to yours. how unfair that our souls are closer than we are.