Love is like an eternal internal bleeding: to be choking, drowning, dying from what fuels your heartbeat.

Oh but darling, what would you do? If one day you saw, and one day you knew -- that that world you loved and broke inside to protect was just as lost and broken as you? Oh but darling, not all things are meant to be saved, and not all stories have happy endings. - Especially the ones that deserved them the most. - Especially the ones that were just beginning.

What do you think the Devil did, after he fell from Heaven? Did he curse the Lord's’s name, He most beloved by Lucifer above all others? Did he nurse his wounded Pride with poison and fire, to further stoke the furnace of his Wrath? Did he vow revenge against all of Creation, and Man most of all,to whom God's finest angel was expected to bow? Did he take joy in depriving them of Heaven’s light, to suffer with him in the cold Darkness, abandoned? I believe he did all of these things – but first, I believe he wept. He cried - not as the Devil, but as a son; as a child cast out of home, while his Father called it Love.

If you could love other people the way you loved your pain, you would never be lonely ever again.

so let it begin like this: i. we're two broken pieces, shattered from different corners of the earth, and scattered in the wind. ii. we find each other, and we find ourselves there too. iii. we do not rebuild what was lost. we build new, we build bigger, we build better. we make the past envy the future. iv. my body's a temple to you, but yours is my sanctuary. in you, i find all the faith i never had alone. v. we are whole again. we are no longer each other's crutches; we are what inspires our legs to walk - to be together, and walk in stride. vi. i still need you and you still need me, but we are not victims anymore. we are survivors. we are victors. so let it end like this: i. your footsteps aren't there, but you're with me. your heartbeat has stopped, but you're still alive. your hand isn't in mine, but i still know the way. ii. we don't need to be gods to be immortal.

THERE ARE WOLVES AT YOUR DOOR; HEAR THEM HOWL, HEAR THEM ROAR. WITH CLAWS SHARP AND TEETH BARED, YOU'VE FED THEM MANY TIMES BEFORE. AGAIN THEY'VE COME, HUNGRY; WANTING— AS GREEDY THINGS ARE, ALWAYS CRAVING MORE. YOUR SHELVES AND CUPBOARDS ARE EMPTY. TO BELIEVE THEY BLED YOU DRY WAS YOUR MISTAKE. THERE'S STILL SOMETHING LEFT. SOMETHING AFRAID. SOMETHING HIDING BEHIND A DOOR. BUT TO HUNGRY MOUTHS, NOTHING THAT CANNOT BREAK. TRUST: THE SWEETEST MEAT AND FINEST TREAT, TO THESE FUR-COATED FOUR-LEGGED SNAKES. AND PITY THE FOOL WHO FEEDS THE WOLVES, FOR WHEN HE HAS NOTHING MORE TO GIVE, THEY TAKE.

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hey! i was just wondering if you'd be open to accepting new members at this time because i'm really interested in applying (i've been making gifs/edits for a while now but only recently of like,.... recent stuff esp w sebastian going on a press tour). thanks!! :)