#coldeurydice

No one knows me. No one knows me. No one knows me. Panicked relief. “How long does it take to learn to love?” I asked my mother. “It takes a lifetime,” she told me. “What about learning how to be loved?” “It takes two.”

5. I’m Pretty Much An Avenger

thank you so much 

“Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night...”

no more, please!!

“How long does it take to learn to love?” “It takes a lifetime.” “What about learning to be loved?” “It takes two.” Excerpt from a poem titled Birthright

[translation] Unstitch the letters in my throat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBZx2PtrT60