to godhood.

Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.

I wish I was fluttering eyelashes and quiet laughter, but I am midnight phone calls that you don’t really want to answer. I wish I was sugary coffee and cheerful hellos, but I am shaking hands and ‘please don’t go.’ I wish I was the bounce in your step and your quickening heartbeat, but I am full of nothing and hold monsters that you don’t want to meet. I wish I wasn’t so prone to crying when you call me. And that instead, my arms were strong enough to catch you in your falling. I wish that you’d met me some time ago. And that this side of me, so cruel and sad, you didn’t have to know.

You care and that’s what kills you.

they treat me like a machine, a contraption free from emotion, but, god, all i ever do is feel.

…I am talking about evil. It blooms. It eats. It grins.

Who is a nightmare can help himself?

She was nobody, she was nowhere, doing nothing, but doing it as hard and fast as she could.

I am nothing. I feel like nothing. I want my life to matter. What if one day I’m gone and nobody ever knew I existed?