GUNSLINGER

mama, you can’t tell violet, okay?

Emily Palermo, On Loving A Monster (via starredsoul)

And for a split second a hand darling reaches forward.     Fingers dream to tangle within the  golden locks the pup bestowed.   Just one pet, it couldn’t hurt…     But we don’t let our fingers  become reacquainted with the past.     Dignity  won’t allow it. We can’t allow it. You’re nothing but a fading photograph    haunting our closet.                                     ❝I’m fucking fantastic, Tate.❞ Our sarcasm, unlike us, hasn’t died. Can’t you feel the pain slithering out of us?      Not that it  should worry you—    or anyone for that matter.  What’s the point when             you’re drowning  in the lake of Styx?                Let us sink away. 

                                                    HE'LL WAIT FOREVER                                                           if he really has to.

❝Could you just, I don’t know leave me alone—-       We shrug,    shaking off the demons       that stick to us like leeches.    We’re       not exactly thrilled with you-        not        like we used to be.      We used to be       attracted to your sense of   morbidity       but now we find you utterly repulsive. —-I’m not in the mood to play.❞ 

                                                HE'D LOSE IT                                        if you were anything but.

The one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose.