#toriel.

toriel.

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FORTH OF JULY - sufjan stevens

the evil it spread like a fever ahead; it was night when you died, my firefly; what could I have said to raise you from the dead? oh could I be the sky on the fourth of july? well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? tell me what did you learn from the tillamook burn? or the fourth of july? we're all gonna die

MAMA - my chemical romance

mama, we're all gonna die! stop asking me questions, i'd hate to see you cry, mama, we're all gonna die. and when we go don't blame us, we'll let the fires just bathe us. you made us oh so famous, we'll never let you go. ‘and when you go don't return to me my love’. mama, we're all full of lies.

...but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along! we're damned after all! through fortune and fame we fall; and if you can stay then i'll show you the way to return from the ashes you call.

THE SHAPE OF MY HEART - noah and the whale

oh when i look to the shape of my heart, it's separated only by scars that cut in and cut out oh and leave me without, oh a heart that functions at all. and when i look to the shape of the sky, i give thanks for this hollow chest of mine; that i no longer feel the great weight of ordeals that can make this life so unkind.

oh and if there's any LOVE in me, don't let it show. oh and if there's any LOVE in me, don't let it grow. 

oh when the wild was all covered by snow, i forgot the colors that the grass tend to grow. oh the trees were all leafless and lifeless and black and i wondered if the leaves could grow back. for your heart is like a flower as it grows and its the rain, not just the sun that helps it bloom and you don't know how it feels to be alive until you know how it feels to die.

BATTLE SCARS - paradise fears

     There was something soothing about the gentle action, watching his mother’s fingers DELICATELY hover over his. Asriel’s hand melted into the soft grasp of her larger paws as she pulled a smooth stroke of seafoam green polish across his fingertips. She was CAREFUL, taking her time to gingerly graze over the edges of his nails without getting the paint in his fur. The boy finally let himself sink down, resisting the urge to reach up and rub at his groggy eyes. Asriel was suddenly aware of how tired he was, what nights without RESTFUL sleep had put him through. His scruffy fur and darkened eyes were anything but glamorous. 

     Asriel nearly spits out his tea.

     He quickly corrects it with a cough, swallowing down the rest of the liquid before it can threaten him again. His soul nearly jumped out of his chest, as if he were ready to start a fight. Luckily for him, it was weak, unable to materialize, let alone pull someone into an encounter. There is a brief moment of panic within him, wondering what she knew, how she knew. Was he being too loud at night? Could she see the changes in him? The prince attempted to compose himself, but he still looked far-away, startled by the words that just came out of his mother.

     “What?” He finally managed, with all the words he was able to get out. He’s too overwhelmed to think of what to do, all too-focused on the panic building in his chest and his desperate attempts to keep it from becoming visible. Asriel knew he had gotten fairly good at masking, but the whole feeling thing added a whole new level of complication. He wonders if he can pull it off by talking about Chara again. The thought of using them to hide his sins makes his skin crawl.

Silverware in hand, a sheepish growl erupted from Chara's s tomach, only to be drowned down by the echoing ‘DING’ of the oven.

PIE'S READY!

❝Hey Mom,❞ They called to their mother’s moving silhouette, giggling. “When will you teach me and Asriel  how to bake these pies? After all,” — echelons of richly  whipped crusts was pierced through by their fork, Chara oddly mesmerized by how amazingly the cream seeped out of the pastry. — 

❝Mom's the BEST baker in the entire WORLD!❞