☆》𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎

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you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake..

mom, please. . .

(he said my name ! this man knows me !)

my mother had cut me open and was unpacking my organs, stacking them in a row on the bed as my flesh flapped on either side. she was sewing her initials into each one of them, then tossing them back to me.

i’m just a man. a cobblement of who i’ve been, who i’ll be and who i am. i’ve learned many things to forget. and i’m sure that i’ll see infinitely more yet. . .

many claimed this to be a reference to something religious. i claim blasphemy-! no God has emerged from the tunnels, only □□ that disguise themselves as good and eat our men!

my mother had cut me open and was unpacking my organs, stacking them in a row on the bed as my flesh flapped on either side. she was sewing her initials into each one of them, then tossing them back to me.

One life, just one life is enough for me To take and what will we see? Fly high, just for us to be Taking us high, not free

" i can't admit that i hurt you. my selfishness got the best of me, and i hurt you. i've chosen another to take your place, as i can't bring myself to torture you any further. please understand that my intentions are to bless us. "

a disinfectant to cleanse itself a little piece of Heaven to adorn this patchwork Hell

my heart will be the worst blessing in your life.

tonight, i'm surmising the sum of my parts. alight, twined in Mind, and in {Soul}, and in (Heart). . .

□□□ was guided by an angel, the first angel in existence. also created by □□□, this angel was like an older sibling to the sailor boy. the angel betrayed its creator after he killed the sailor boy, and through its sin of murder, this marked the first angel with evil intent.

Обернутая в синее полотно, она идет за мной бледным призраком Туманы над водою - дымка предрассветная стелется Седым покровом ровным над тихою, над тихою рекою

MIND AND HEART CRYING DYING COVERED IN OUR BLOOD AND SWEAT .

i hold a cold rag steady to his knuckles. i think i can love someone who cares enough to bruise for me. he touches his thumb to the corner of my mouth, pulls back my lip to consider my teeth.

i am full of hurt, full of anger, and i just need somewhere to put it. i am so sick of carrying it around, so i let myself give in. i let it take over my voice, i let it take over my entire body.

i am sorry. i am grateful. i just want us to be friends now, forever. take this bowl of blackberries from the garden. the sun has made them warm. i picked them just for you. i promise i will try to stay on my side of the couch.

i did not mean to be cruel. i swear i am good, i am good, i am kind. i have love inside of me. some place far, far away.

( " BUT I AM NOT DONE YET. " ) " you know perfectly well what is the matter with you. " (" JUST A FOOTNOTE IN EVERYONE ELSE'S PSYCHE ") " you are mentally deranged. " (" SICK OF BEING THE MEAN ")

no one here is looking to be saved religiously. it's distasteful to show up on our land dressed as a priest, wearing holy artifacts like this.

please no fluffy feelings anymore, because it only hurts worse when i get bored.

i live — but i'm mutilated.

they eat even though they have never experienced hunger. they pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the heart, they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love.

SAA ISHUU WO HANACHI KURU ! KIMI NO KAGE WO KUI . KYOUFU NO PAREEDO GA KURO , KIMI NO NA NO MOTO NI !

i'm mildly curious if fate is protecting you from the curse that plagues this place.

THIS IS HOW I LOVE: THE CRACK OF MY KNUCKLES WHEN MY FIST HITS YOUR JAW, THE BLOOD AND BRUISES ON MY HANDS, WHEN MY ELBOW MEETS YOUR RIBS AND MY BOOT IS AT YOUR THROAT.

i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

( they're kids. they never have any idea what's happening. they're all just scared kids. )

you love him. the story still ends.

a fool, thinking someone was there. nobody is coming to save you, nobody is coming to rescue you from these chains. . .

the salicylic acid to my soft , sensitive skin the ice cold freezing water to the burning  deep  within

I ONCE SAW THE FACE OF GOD, A VAST AND SUDDEN SILENCE AMONG THE NOISY HEAVENS. THAT EVENING I DREAMT I LISTENED TO ONE SIDE OF A CONVERSATION I SHOULD NOT HAVE OVERHEARD. I DO NOT WATCH THE SKIES ANY MORE. I DO NOT LOOK UP.

one will turn to two / will turn to five .

my God is all mud, blood, desire and vision. he is not pure, not spotless, not just, not omnipotent, omnibenevolent. he is not light. struggling and toiling, he transubstantiates the night in his heart of hearts and turns it into light.

Обернутая в синее полотно, она идет за мной бледным призраком Туманы над водою - дымка предрассветная стелется Седым покровом ровным над тихою, над тихою рекою

there’s a land called france, where all the naked ladies dance! and the men play drums on the naked ladies bums! and the way they shake is enough to kill a snake! and when the snake is dead, they put roses on its head!

would you like me to teach you how to cook? or, rather, would you allow me to cook for you?

( they're kids. they never have any idea what's happening. they're all just scared kids. )

'declaw me', whispered tender—sweet against the breath of another's lips. 'pry my fangs out from my gums and leave me bloodied and defenceless.'

run back like a dog / to her.

DONEC ANTE DOLOR DROWNING IN DISORDER CURSUS IN DESCENDING UNTO YOU

i lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood

if there is no place for me in this world. . . may death be kindlier than man.

for now i put down my weapons; i wanna be a person.

but god knows you'll fail, and end up fleeing with tucked tail.

if there is no place for me in this world. . . may death be kindlier than man.

my mother had cut me open and was unpacking my organs, stacking them in a row on the bed as my flesh flapped on either side. she was sewing her initials into each one of them, then tossing them back to me.

they seized my hand, bloody at the knuckles where i'd punched them on the playground, and pressing it to their own bloodied mouth.

i am realizing too many things at once. this body is cold and alone. this body doesn't want to be here. i don't want to be here. this body was left behind. this body does what it wants without my permission.