#stab me

all knives are sexy if you're perv of heart

“To fight, you first must live — so the poet thrashed, clawed, and bit.” but now it was Jean Moreau who took another dull strike to his bleeding head after another failed attempt to resist, because he could not afford to die. as long as he remained alive, he could keep fighting, and in a place like this, the simple act of surviving was its own kind of rebellion.

man the way they held onto each other for longer than they ever have before because they knew that letting go meant losing something. i wonder if they wished they'd held on longer all the times before too. when they had the time to. funny how that works huh. you always think there's more time. until you're standing in the road. saying goodbye in the rain. wishing you had more time.