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( we love angst on this blog, what can we say. hereâs some more dialogue prompts for you. a warning for potentially triggering themes below. )
â everything you touch, you ruin. â
â the only one who gets to kill you, is me. â
â you canât make me disappear. â
â memories are only there to make you bleed. â
â i donât need your permission. â
â donât shut me out like this. â
â the less you know, the better. â
â i wonât stop killing until you kill me. â
â why is it whenever we see each other, youâre covered in blood? â
â you think i felt something for you? youâve forgotten what i am. â
â the last time we talked, didnât you say you wanted to kill me? â
â i felt something loosen in me that shouldnât have been loosened. â
â pull yourself together. we have work to do. â
â stay back, i have a demon inside of me. â
â let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. â
â people like that donât deserve to live. â
â just do what youâre told. like you always do. â
â why do you have to make everyone hate you? â
â itâs better that you donât get involved. â
â iâd do anything to make you stay. â
â who cares if it bleeds. â
â is this what you think love is? â
â just breathe through it. it gets easier. â
â donât pretend that you cared about me. â
â iâm starting to think you like wasting my time. â
â we wouldnât be alive if it werenât for me. â
â i will never, ever, give you a momentâs peace. â
â the world doesnât hate us. but it doesnât love us either. â
â it hurts that you still canât trust me after all this time. â
â a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. â
â itâs safer to be feared, than loved. â
â am i not good enough for you? â
â a burnt child loves the fire. â
â iâm tired of dying. â
â what if you hurt because it feels good? â
â donât try to fix me, iâm not broken. â
â if you want me to die, you can just say so. â
â you donât have to be afraid of who you are. â
â that line disappears once you cross it. â
â how can i believe you after all youâve done? â
â i wonât let you forget about me. â
â the person you once knew me as, died. â
â are you going to leave me again? â
â i have nothing i could offer you. â
â no one is going to save you. no one can. â
â maybe youâre / iâm already dead. âÂ
â you have blood on your hands. â
â what, canât take a punch? â
â iâm your mind giving you someone to talk to. â
â you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. â