#*dms

〝we always think that the ones who get away are the lucky ones… but what if the killed are the lucky ones? the brightest, the most golden, the most alive, they're chosen. and the rest of us aren't lucky at all. not blessed. not watched over by some kind angel. the ones who get left... are just too slow, too stupid, too muddy, too dull. the gods don't want them. they're lumps. they're rejects. we all are...rejects.〞

〝it’s all in the woods.〞