sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ

❛ You will hear thunder and remember me. ❜

❛ If you were music, I would listen to you ceaselessly. ❜

❛ I seem to myself an accidental guest in this dreadful body. ❜

❛ Call me a sinner, mock me maliciously. ❜

❛ I, from the very beginning, seemed to myself like someone’s dream or delirium. Or a reflection in someone else’s mirror. Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. ❜

❛ I knew the list of crimes that I was destined to commit. ❜

❛ The future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future. ❜

❛ You are untranslatable into any one tongue. ❜

❛ I was hoping my silence would fit yours. ❜

❛ See, we were never about butterflies. All about us is unearthly and radiant. ❜

❛ You do not know just what you’ve been forgiven. ❜

❛ I need to slaughter my memory.  ❜

❛ Forgive me that I appeared to you in waking dreams. ❜

❛ I will condemn, I will forget, I will give comfort to the enemy. ❜

❛ I know beginnings, I know endings too, and life-in-death. ❜

❛ Wild honey smells of freedom. But gold smells of nothing. ❜

❛ You are three times more beautiful than angels. ❜

❛ I will kill you without spilling your blood on the ground, not touching you with my hand, not giving you one glance. ❜

❛ You invented me. There is no such earthly being. ❜

❛ You’re late. Way too late. I’m glad to see you, nonetheless. ❜

❛ Forgive me that I felt forsaken. Forgive me that I kept mistaking too many others for you. ❜

❛ Real tenderness can’t be confused, it’s quiet and can’t be heard. ❜

❛ What else lived in that house besides us? ❜

❛ How unhappy we are together! ❜

❛ I defend not my voice, but my silence. ❜

❛ Without love, I’m more at ease, I’m sure. ❜

❛ I’ve got no more tears or explanations. ❜

❛ I’m not complaining. Happiness is not for me. ❜

❛ Are you not the only tie between good and evil, earthly pits and paradise? ❜

❛ Survival is a talent. ❜

❛ Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. ❜

❛ Who has the courage to burn themselves? ❜

❛ Is insanity just a matter of dropping the act? ❜

❛ Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? ❜

❛ You need to be well fed, clothed, and housed to have time for this much self-pity. ❜

❛ When I am supposed to be awake, I am asleep; when I am supposed to speak, I am silent. When a pleasure offers itself to me, I avoid it. ❜

❛ There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don’t feel the same. ❜

❛ In a strange way we are free. We’ve reached the end of the line. We have nothing more to lose. ❜

❛ The world won’t stop because we aren’t in it anymore. ❜

❛ I can’t answer the real question. All I can tell you is, it’s easy. ❜

❛ I am lighter, airier than I’ve been in years. ❜

❛ I am not dead, yet something in me definitely is. ❜

❛ You meant that as an insult but I am taking it as a compliment. ❜

❛ What life can recover from that? ❜

❛ It’s a fairly accurate portrait of me. It’s accurate but it isn’t profound. ❜

❛ Pull yourself together! There’s nothing wrong with you. ❜

❛ It’s quiet. It’s like― I don’t know. It’s like falling off a cliff. ❜

❛ Once you start parsing a face, it’s a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots. ❜

❛ I lost him. I did it on purpose. ❜

❛ It’s a mean world. There’s nobody to take care of you out there. ❜

❛ Reality is getting too dense. ❜

❛ I’m ambivalent. In fact that’s my new favourite word. ❜

❛ I can’t come up with reassuring answers to the terrible questions you raise. ❜

❛ A spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. ❜

❛ Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner. ❜

❛ A thought is a hard thing to control. ❜

❛ Life demands skills I don’t have. ❜

❛ Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful. Most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them. ❜

i’m shit at holding a conversation I’m like the hot potato convo dropper

some weeks I’m practically a ghost like ~oooo woop~ where am I