A Flower Garden

You love him despite the burden of Atlas resting on his shoulders, and he loves you despite the death still clinging to your lips, and the blood drying at it’s corners. What a pair you make.

I don’t want the world. I want you.

QUESTION: Where are the gods? ANSWER: The gods are silent. The gods are lost. The gods are helpless. The gods are us.

Breathing is hard When all you want to do is suffocate Living is hard When all you want to do is disappear Smiling is easy Since it’s the only way to hide it all inside

Delbar gave a finely woven smile at the young woman, mentally taking note of her genuine intrigue. Had he not been the wiser, he would believe that the woman spoke of nonsense - a spiel of self-indulged feelings that had nothing to do with his humble self. He would have gone and misspoke, but he was a thoughtful individual - though, that was just him stroking his ego - and knew what the stranger was dancing towards.

A deep-rooted sigh fell from her lips and once more, she returned to her casual posture. There is a moment where she appears to be listening and even intrigued before she clicked her tongue. It almost echoed in the empty space between them. “Not quite my thing yet, sadly but she’s made my job more difficult. It’s truly bothersome and while I’d normally require compensation for such a deed, I’ve decided to be benevolent and approach whom she properly belongs to.”

There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

Despite of all the hurt she never deserved, all the silence she tried to break, and all the negativity of the world she never stopped loving with everything she got. Her eyes never stopped shining.

She didn’t love him and he didn’t love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

The happiest people don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything they have.

My innocence was stolen from me In a way I cannot yet put into words All I know is that it is gone So don’t tell me that I am cold Once upon a time I was not

There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things.

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