rat king || HIATUS

But you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth filled with words that have died on my lips.

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

"Bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.”

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?

I will not bore myself with explanations you could not possibly understand.

It was not always like this, of course. On occasion it’s been worse.

We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

I’m honestly not a bad person, my heart is in the right place; it’s just that my head isn’t.

People get mad when you treat them how they treat you.

Never presume that I will not act on my worst instincts.

I want to seize my fate by its throat.

One may smile and smile, and be a villain.

[ So as you might or might not have noticed, my activity has been mostly non-existent these past few days.

Fucking up is kinda my thing