KEEP MOVING FORWARD

𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝟶𝟽/𝟶𝟽/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

HOW ABOUT... FLOWERS?

this isn’t who you are.

it’s hard to recognize hope, even when it’s right in front of us.

sounds like a terrible idea. i’m in. 

you, like, awakened something in me.

that girl’s like hanging out with a funeral.

places are easy to leave. it’s the people that are hard to leave behind.

i won’t prove them right. i won’t be the monster they think i am.

it feels like you’re kind of out of sync in your life.

it’s mushy, i don’t like it.

does anyone think about me as much as i think about them?

i know i feel too much. but isn’t that good, too? because i would do anything for the people that i love.

told you i’d survive.

love is a lot of things. safe isn’t one of them.

indifference is the best revenge.

sometimes i come here to cry.

maybe next time you just need to kiss someone who wants to kiss you back.

what if all your dreams come true and it’s still not enough?

god, i love the smell of air conditioning.

i wish i was like you. i wish i could just be a stone cold bitch and not care.

i matter. i should matter to you.

i didn’t make you anything that wasn’t in there already.

don’t you see? this is life or death.

you make my life worse. you make me worse. you’re the thing that i do when i want to hate myself.

all you do is lie to me.

this is why you broke up with me. i’m a crazy person.

once someone leaves, that’s it. that’s who they are.

not many people wanna be my friend right now. i’m not very popular.

i don’t know who i am without you. you changed my life, my life became about you.

i’m strong. i’ve had to get really strong.

kinda nice to know there’s a little bit of crazy going on around here that doesn’t involve us.

that’s what us lesbians do. we just stare at each other and nothing ever happens and we think about it forever.

i do not trust happiness. 

you know, i’ve been pretty independent my whole life.

you’re not the one i need to hear ‘sorry’ from.

it’s okay to fall apart a little.

your feelings can be a lot sometimes.

you are giving me panic attacks. what are you still doing here?

i could use a break from keeping you alive.

we are some shitty best friends.

you turn the page, and you don’t look back. you do better today than you did yesterday.

do you think we’ll ever be able to trust each other again?

i was the original leaver. i just came back.

he makes you feel bad about yourself, why would you spend any time with him?

the only person who doesn’t know how beautiful you are is you.

you know how i can come across as a weird asshole sometimes?

you’ve become more questions than answers for me.

you are the calmest thing i know.

why don’t you want happiness?

i’m your only friend.

you know, it just feels like we should be fucking.

also, you look really hot, by the way. 

you just seem so unapologetically you. like, in every way. where does that come from?

when i’m with you, i don’t feel sick to my stomach.

how do you do that? say out loud what i’m thinking? 

don’t ruin your life by being passive aggressive.

it’s like you’re lost.

you can’t rewrite the past.

i’m not happy here. and i don’t think you are, either.

now that i’ve met you, now that i know what it feels like to be in love with you, i cannot see spending the rest of my life with anyone else.

what do you do except follow me around?

you’re just drunk and you’re trying to hurt my feelings.

i always felt like nothing.

who needs food when you have love, right?

do you have any idea what it feels like to be in pain all day?

you’re clinging to me to make yourself feel better.

because of you, i finally know what it’s like to really want something, but it can’t just be you.

if we don’t break up now, i will continue to make you my whole world.

you better make us breaking up worth it. if you’re not gonna fight for us, at least fight for you.

if it weren’t for you, i’d still be locked in a life that wasn’t mine.

maybe we’ll be ready for each other in 10 years. 

next time you see me, it won’t be as friends.

you were hurting, and you lashed out, because that’s what you do.

i was so angry at you for leaving. i don’t want to feel like that anymore.

you want your revenge? or you want your people to live?

look at you. fighting is all you know.

i promise, i won’t slow you down. i’ll just keep you company.

you haven’t been happy about anything in a long time.

doing the right thing can kiss my ass.

nothing like a little pain to remind you you’re alive.

i didn’t bail on you. i came back.

i do hard things so you don’t have to. i know i’m a monster.

you turned me into the worst possible version of myself. 

the next time i see you, i’ll kill you. and that’s a promise.

i know you think you don’t deserve this, but you’re wrong.

i want you to get everything that you want.

i think i love you too. i tried to fight it. because, hello.

i thought about dying. like a lot. like, “okay, at least there’s that option.”

you overstep until people suffocate.

you are only ever going to hurt me.

you know who i am. i’m you. remember?

danger is supposed to come with warning signs.

i don’t like you nervous. it’s unsettling.

look, it’s you. it’s always gonna be you. and i know you love me too.

i know you better than anyone. you want all this, not me.

so that’s what we do now, we just run away when things get scary. 

out of context sentence starters based off of things said by my bff and i while playing bg3 || feel free to change any pronouns, etc. || may contain some nsfw!

can i spit on you from here?

why am i naked?

no! why did you kill him? he was our buddy!

i didn’t know it was him, i got confused!

he said ‘collateral damage’? say less

dude stop your huffing and puffing, get over it

fuck her, the bitch can die

pot, meet kettle, ya dumb cunt

yeah we killed the devil, it's fine

ha, you missed me anyway, ya dumbass

shut up, short father can kiss my ass

we gotta get the lungs, remember?

why am i all blurry?

he had to put his stink on you

that’s ugly; we love to see it

that kinda looks like spaghetti a little bit…

well, thanks for ruining spaghetti forever for me

i'm gonna knock the mustache right off of his face

all these men wanna fuck me

i wanna hug youuuuu

i guess i'm with the love of my life, allegedly

he’s so big

that’s what she said

i bet you like his sweet meat

they know he's gay!

is she angey?

don't heal the fucking spider, christ almighty

i think she's dead, what about you?

all signs point to yes

that’s what he gets for living

he doesn't deserve life

why am i always encumbered?!

you know he’s got a dump truck back there

do all you do is miss? just curious

heal yourself you fucking failure

yeah it's pristine alright, here's a bunch of rotten food

we're having a full pig and some wine

that's an obscene amount of bread

he's gay, he's gotta stone him to death

we should talk to these stupid kids first

maybe i want to suffocate and die

he's american, he’s got the power of god and anime on his side

that was worth it for the achievement, not for sparing their lives but for the achievement

look what being a skank ass bitch did for her, now she's dead

if you want to kiss me you can, i deserve it

i'm not educated enough to know what that means

just kill yourself, literally kill yourself

you got this, you got this, you got this- oh. you don't got this

you just had to fucking say it didn't you?

do you wanna fuck me yet?

not that we care about your life, we just need your loot

i wanna find that guy so we can kill him and take his shit

LET’S KILL HIM… just kidding…

see, you failed. that's what you get for saying it's easy 

how is the sword surprised??

he had a bad life, not just a bad day

i'm gay i don't have morals

we gonna kill her, we gonna kill you, we gonna kill [name], we don't give a fuck 

sluttiness is a privilege

you're just gonna have to burn, bitch

oh he is gonna split him in half

i had to knock her out with a salami

if it's there, i'm gonna take it. it's as simple as that

if only i was taller, then she'd have nothing left

the house of grief? that's where she's gonna need to go when she realizes her house has been ransacked 

we all get to share one whole salami

one salami is all you need to knock a bitch out

we happily delivered death to all of them

i just had to tell [name] he can suck my blood tonight… among other things

dude not only am i gonna waste your time, i'm gonna waste your life 

jesus, he's fucking crispy!

if i'm stupid then what are you?

stupid

he's pathetic and it makes me sad

i like how he has a bunch of piles of gold because we're stupid and can't do math

i'm gonna kill someone, maybe myself, i haven't decided yet

he got some strong daggers

aw, suck

jesus christ [name], he's immune to poison you stupid moron!

remember when we knocked you out, stole your clothes and left you naked on the floor? good times

left you with your tits out

i'm actually selling him intestines

sorry kid, shouldn't have been a goblin

where is he going? to the grave

that dude had some bad hair, i'm glad he's dead

i'm just gonna kill myself then, that's fine

you've got mushrooms growing out of your titty i don't know how much i can trust you

don't be mean to [name], she can't help how she is

can you stop trying to kill yourself

that's why her rats are so big, they're full of secrets

i'm surprised he's not dead- oh, wait. now he's dead

her chlamydia sword is not doing its job

he must not have had anything before with his ass decay

you broke her concentration and then you broke her

brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

                                               𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

          THIS IS WHO I AM