#sunkiisscd

❛          well okay          ,         supposedly not nari          ..          maybe you should properly tell this to my face because maybe we could actually do something about you finding me attractive          .          ❜          she’s chuckling          ,          finding this entire thing amusing           .           ❛          i mean          ―          who          wouldn’t          find me attractive          ,          though          ?          i’m fucking hot          .          ❜

“I know I shouldn’t think it, but I am happy that Erasmus Fry is no more. I fear I may not have gotten any peace if he still lived. Even if my freedom.” It was terribly selfish and cruel of her to think in such a way, but it was the truth. Richard Madoc hadn’t done much to her, and he was the catalyst that finally led to her escape. So, in a way, she was thankful for him. Yet Erasmus Fry she would always despise.

❛❛   at least you know rationally that it wasn’t your fault.      that’s a good start if you want to work on having your emotions match with those thoughts instead of having to feel the guilt you’re currently feeling.   ❜❜      lucius wished he could say the same for himself, but both his thoughts and feelings were on the same page that he had a lot to feel guilty for. and for a long time, he had allowed that guilt to eat away at him, destroy him, even. that is until he’d found a way to at the very least put it to good use, by promising himself to strive to do better, and by helping others when he could.

[txt]: i.. uh, guess it depends, did they even have tear ducts?? [txt]: is there even a way for us to KNOW?  [txt]: wait but what would dinosaurs even be crying about [txt]: ..... oh no do you think they cried when the meteor came that’s so sa d

“Wait,” he stepped after Frank, quick to follow him into the stair well, “I’m coming with you. Not to be your babysitter, I hope. Just to lend a hand.”

  “DO YOU THINK THAT’S A UNIVERSAL THING when it comes to spider people?” The question comes as she hangs upside down from a nearby railing, the hood of her suit dangling below her head as she sways back and forth, even in the odd position that she’s grown much more used to by now. “Obviously none of us ever sleep ‘cause of fuckin’— I don’t know, crime reasons? But I stayed up ‘til 3am most nights BEFORE I was even doing this anyways, so my bet’s on us being born without the sleep cell.”