starfairy

If you don't believe, who will?

Cinder and fume foul the air we breathe.

Not only am I going to drive you mad, I'm going to enjoy it the whole time. | Your antics would terrify me if you weren't a buffoon.

At the end of the cosmos, with a sky devoid of stars, can you tell me you're happy with what you are?

fairies

We are getting closer to 400 followers - 400 more than we ever thought we would get!

You're so far away from here. But you're alive in so many places.

You're a scoundrel.

At these heights, I transcend — become whole again.

I wish someone loved me the way I loved you.

When you have nothing physical left, you must rely on your word.

Is this your grave? Is this your final stand?

Hardness breaks; strength endures.

There are only personal apocalypses. Nothing is cliche when it's happening to you.

When the skies turn red, we like to pretend a hero is going to save us.

I ache to hold you in my arms.

Poison swirling through my veins like fire.

I'll survive; somehow I always do. Tell me, what do I do after all this survival? What do I do?

Can I rise above, when giving up is all I know?

Cursed by confidence, aided by an insufferable amount of grit.

Are you a voice or an echo?

How can you be so confident? | I'm terrified. I can't just show it like others can. People rely on me.

I lost myself. I found a name on a grave and took it with me.

I will forge the path to a greater tomorrow.

Out here, we take what we can get and we make it work.

I crave your warmth.

Will you love me when I'm dead?

Fire is the cleansing agent, not the end.

If you keep swallowing the anger back, it will choke you.

Cowards like you make me realize how powerful I am.

Do you fear uncertainty?