You may paint over me, but I will still be here.

      “We are not the same person; I’m better than you in every way. You wish you had a body like mine, but you never will, because you’re too busy pushing up daises in that hellhole you refer to as your ‘home’. Moron.” 

      “Meaning?”

@cyborgxvii

“Hoooly shit, dude. How the hell do you even tolerate yourself? I’m surprised you didn’t die of boredom years ago; you’re the biggest killjoy I’ve ever known.” Despite his words, he moved to stand beside her. “Look, peace is a thing. I still remember what it feels like. And it doesn’t come from looking at stuff, it comes from getting the shit you need to do done.”

"I really hate the way you speak, you know that? You’re never going to find peace by staring at the fucking sky. Get a grip.”

He hesitated in replying. He knew that he wasn’t in a good place at the moment; as a result he felt unsure about speaking his mind. “Maybe for a little bit, but everyone just moves on in the end. That’s what my sister did. That’s just life, isn’t it?”