☽Sailor Moon☾

BECAUSE U ASK ME WHO ID WANT TO MARRY ID SAY AARON MF BLACKFORD.

“Aaron?

Yes, love.”

Cardan : right… it’s still murder tho…

Rhysand : I’m not really a jewelry person you know.

Feyre : you don’t really have to wear it, it’s alright.

Cardan : *enters the room with very messy hair and clothes and visibly out of breath*

Jude: i refuse to be alone with you or even speak to you because i hate you so much

Also jude and cardan:

Cardan : do you wanna get married?

SCREAMING.

"Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?"

Cardan asks.

"No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me.

I met evil when i was just a child, and was shaped to be a weapon, not a child, a weapon, To grow up way too fast, but mostly to burn the joy and happiness in between my hands, watching it fade away, as i held back the tears. My childhood, evaporating within every word my father spoke to me. You’re a weapon, weapons don’t weep. And in those moments that is when it hits me, i wasn’t born to be a child, to live, i was born to tell stories, to break stones, with the skinny kid hands i had. I was born with tragedy in my blood, running in my veins, leaving this horrible taste in my mouth, i wanted vengeance, i wanted to be like every kid in my school, laughing their tears away.

Monsters aren’t born, they’re created.

Mother, father, you made me the monster i am now, scared of this dark enormous thing, that sleeps inside of me , you created a replica of you, one that can make the world shake at her fingertips.

When the only bit of problems was when i couldn’t watch my favorite cartoon.

I used to love learning. And i would live in my head, up there in the sky with the clouds and the kind souls that danced before my eyes.

Now, i try my best and survive day by day feeling the ick and hard feeling of life on my shoulders, i don’t know what i did wrong, where it all changed, or when. But i wish i never prayed to whoever is up there to make me older.

I wanna go back.

I wish i could.

I am drowning in my own loneliness my own feelings my own tears, it is eating me from the inside i wish life was better, i feel so hopeless, and so weak.

Maybe, the whole world is sad and that’s why tears form in ur eyes at night, maybe u finally see that the moon is drunk, that the stars are intoxicated by the sins of the sun, that the sky is a deep shade of blue because it was all so sad all the time it stopped breathing, maybe the rain is just the sky trying its best to express its sadness maybe when a storm bombs, it is so mad it starts crying. But you. You, you stare at those stars attached into this beautiful dark blue sky, and see a moon shining and lightning the night, and u wonder “ why did the universe never love me back.

Never wondering “what if the universe is sad itself?”

Maybe u’re the protagonist and antagonist of your story? Maybe u can still

I don’t think we ever change. Maybe we shape-shift into those more mature selves of us, but u never change, if u’re an asshole. U stay one, u can still try. You can’t say it gets better, because it never actually does, u just learn to live with it.

Maybe I’m not sad after all, maybe im just finally realizing.