#trssagray

I’ll save you right back.

Perfect is very boring, and if you happen to have a different look, that’s a celebration of human nature, I think.

The dead have taken command of the sea. They’re searching for a pearl, a girl, and a sparrow…

did you really exist at all?

 Our whole lives are just stories.

Thinking something can make it true. Wanting something can make it real. And I didn’t regret it anymore. I’d wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself. If given the chance, I would’ve shed myself and become a different girl. Slipped on a name like Clara or Mary, docile and gentle and smiling and kind. I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn’t think that anymore. The girl who wanted those things had died with Rachel, buried under the asylum I brought down. And I realized now, for the first time, really, that I didn’t miss her.

“What happened that made you have such a large inferiority complex, that you have to piss on the feelings of a first year girl for you to feel cool? Were you never validated as a child? Did mommy never compliment your drawings? Or did daddy never come to any of your graduations? You didn't have hair on your dick in seventh grade and you were bullied for it? Anyway, you have to seriously get over it and start behaving like a human being. Stop walking around like a fucking cliche.”