Cinereous Words

For a long while. Finally she says, “I don’t believe in love. Not sure it really exists, but even if it does for some people, it won’t for me.” She is serious. Then she tightens up. “But, hey, if you think you love me, cool.”

I know not what to say. I exit.

PURITY IS A CONSTRUCT MADE TO SHAME YOU.

YOU NEED NOT BE CLEAN TO BE GOOD.

AND DAMN THE HANDS THAT TRIED TO DIRTY YOU

They made you into a weapon and told you to find peace

know what? You SHOULD be able to bite people about it!

His expression was serious, but I liked how it softened slightly when he looked at me.
Like the way he looked at me was different from how he looked at everyone else.

It’s not my fault I have my father’s eyes.

If I cannot bend heaven then I will raise hell!

For those who dare to hope:

There was something wrong with her. She did not know what it was but there was something wrong with her. A hunger, a restlessness. An incomplete knowledge of herself. The sense of something farther away, beyond her reach.

It’s not my fault I have my father’s eyes.

“But it made you stronger.”
I was a child.
I didn’t need to be stronger.
I needed to be safe.

A pretty face doesn’t mean a heart.

Do you think we’re worth saving?

We fall.
We Break.
We fail.

But then,

We rise.
We heal.
We overcome.

I had to fight like hell, and fighting like hell has made me what I am

There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

There is a little bit of wolf in me too.

You dumbass edgelord.

“This is a suicide mission.”
“I know.”

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

I wasn’t born to be soft and quiet; I was born to make the world shatter at my fingertips

Terrible things happen to good people every day.
Consequently I am not one of those good people.
I am one of the terrible things.

The illusions of childhood are necessary experiences: a child should not be denied a balloon just because an adult knows that sooner or later it will burst.

Thirteen years I’ve been trying to make things safe, and somehow things are always getting worse.

I can’t tell you how ashamed I am.

If he puts his hands on you, cut them off.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Here’s to never seeing you again!

He was something solid to lean against, something violent and fierce and unmoving.

He’d rarely met anyone who radiated emotion like that, but it didn’t invite intimacy. Instead it had surrounded her like a wall of glass.