FIGHT BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DIE QUIETLY

“(…) and all the people there were intensely real, wildly alive and totally meaningful, and I alone was a dream, a figment which had never really touched anything.”

“hold my hand and tell me that you don’t see the dried blood between my fingernails. look into my eyes and tell me that you see life in them; thrumming and thriving and throbbing. kiss me and don’t tell me that i taste like poison and something worse. love me and tell me that i’m good for you.”

“She was so quiet, so quiet, and her quietness hurt far more than if she had been angry.”

“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

“I am scared of many things But the thing I dread most The thing that wakes me up, cracks my walls, splits my floor Is the terror, the night chilling terror Of forgetting who I was.”

“To girls with broken hearts and vengeful souls. Go forth and raise hell.”

*hurls myself into a river to cure my melancholia*

“Something is happening here. I know you feel it, too.”

I loved him       (I think).                    Shameless. Laid before him,                    stupid lamb                    in a                              slaughterhouse.