D A U N T E D

        ❝     why  do  you    attempt    to  be  kind    ?     ❞    thick  accent  through  harsh  words,  porcelain  hand  laying  flat  across  chest.    (    scarred    &    marred   —–   kindred  words  thought  to  be    ersatz    facade.    )    cerulean  hues  search  the  woman’s  face,  brows  furrowing  as  pink  lips  opened  once  more.    ❝     ———  must  their  be  a  contest  of  looks  between  us    ?    i  am  obviously  the  more  attractive.     ❞

            fuck .  her fake kindness was not working .  she did lie after all .  ‘ nah . it’s not like i said anything mean to you . ‘  she needed to study in a session of how to socialize with people 101 .  but if she did take that class , she would have failed . ‘ i doubt it .  but that’s a great way to gain self-esteem , no ? ‘  that was all she said afterwards .  nothing more nor less .

red queen // victoria aveyard

          ❛       you say z’at as if i am to know who z’at is.      ❜       his expression changed akin to heat in the depths of nice.   the hinderance of an echo in eyebrow raise.   his brims and his eyes stagnated into apathy’s gelid clutch   (  the decay of boredom besetting,   EMBEDDING,   into ashen bone marrow  ).   he nurtures the tobacco in his cigarette,  tasting it as if it were a fine wine, t hen heaves exhaustion in an ambience of smoke.        ❛       france is as it always was,  times ‘ave changed but   —— z’ere’s still shit to do.   z’at is if you ‘ave z’e money.   you’re not telling me you are   POOR now,   non ?      ❜

             ‘ me ? POOR ? -- are you serious , dearie ? ‘  she laughed towards the male . ‘  have you seen what was outside ? they’re fuckin’ peasants . ‘ then she thought to herself that everyone is . . . except for her and a selected few .  she asked for a cigarette because she knew that she could really use one right now .  lily was glad she found someone to talk to .  although she had traveled in various realms for centuries , she was lonely . 

                  all around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. bright and early for their daily races. going nowhere, going nowhere. their tears are filling up their glasses. no expression, no expression. hide my head, i wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow. and i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad. the dreams in which i’m dying are the best i’ve ever had. i find it hard to tell you, i find it hard to take. when people run in circles, it’s a very, very mad world, MAD WORLD !

“There are times when i think I’ve been a weak, people-pleasing little mouse my whole life. That’s what I am learning right now, that I have to become stronger in this industry. I’ve learned over the past year that you don’t have time to chase after every people who doesn’t understand you. The people that know me know that I’m a nice girl. My fans know I’m a nice girl. My friends know that I’m a nice girl. And ultimately, that’s all that matters.”

melanie martinez // dead to me

Because everybody has a fight, everybody has a battle.