𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺.

❛  doesn’t look much like rain.  ❜

❛  i was hoping to eat alone.  ❜

❛  we talk about freedom the same way we talk about art.  ❜

❛  art doesn’t mean good or bad.  art only means art.  it can be terrible and still be art.  freedom can be good or bad too.  there can be terrible freedom.  ❜

❛  i could take a bite of you right now and it would be over.  ❜

❛  i could devour you.  ❜

❛  i know what you’ve seen and i need your help.  ❜

❛  no offense, i have to know if i can trust you.  ❜

❛  don’t you wish sometimes that you could forget?  ❜

❛  can’t control fear.  can control what you do while feeling it.  ❜

❛  it’s silly, what we’re doing, _____.  maybe even it’s wrong.  but you and i, we can’t not do it.  right?  ❜

❛  just get out of here.  ❜

❛  i’m fucking trying.  ❜

❛  i’m sorry.  i don’t know what to say.  i shouldn’t have done it the way i did.  ❜

❛  but it’s not about you anymore.  ❜

❛  look at you.  sweating like a scared child.  ❜

❛  you did a good thing today, _____.  a very good thing.  ❜

❛  it was dark.  i’ve gotten more used to the dark.  ❜

❛  i’ve grown as a person.  i would have thought you’d be proud of me.  ❜

❛  you misunderstand me.  ❜

❛  you don’t even understand the most basic shape of it.  ❜

❛  i’m alive, aren’t i?  we’re both alive, and that’s no small achievement.  ❜

❛  i don’t even know what taking care of myself would look like at this point.  ❜

❛  i’ve been fighting in it this whole time and i didn’t even know.  ❜

❛  you know they can’t protect you.  not if i decide to kill you now.  i wouldn’t think twice about taking them with you.  ❜

❛  i’m always afraid.  life makes me afraid.  ❜

❛  i really hope you find what you need.  i do.  ❜

❛  i thought maybe i was useful to them somehow.  ❜

❛  _____, i don’t believe you’ve been useful to anyone in a long time.  ❜

❛  you came in there brave, and you fought well.  i would have been dead for sure without you.  thank you for that.  ❜

❛  you don’t have to take that tone of voice.  ❜

❛  don’t tell me what i have and don’t have to do.  ❜

❛  _____, my love, i don’t have to do shit.  ❜

❛  i want proof of us.  ❜

❛  i don’t know.  i don’t know at all.  i just know we can’t keep doing and expecting anything to change.  ❜

❛  a few bad apples, shit.  good apples and bad apples don’t matter if the outcome of the system is harmful.  ❜

❛  a good person doesn’t matter if they’re working in a bad system.  ❜

❛  we’re like mosquitoes, _____.  we’re not dangerous for who we are.  we’re dangerous because of what we carry inside of us.  ❜

❛  some subjects are so complicated that even speaking of them plainly sounds cryptic.  ❜

❛  never tell me about what you thought was right ever again.  ❜

❛  i don’t need protection.  i never did.  i’m not helpless.  i’m not weak.  ❜

❛  love is the way her neck smells.  love is the beat of the heart and the passage of air and it’s the circulation of fluids, and it’s equilibrium.  ❜

❛  this is still the start of something.  ❜

❛  know that i am always seeing you, at every moment we had together, forever.  ❜

❛  i want to go home.  ❜

❛  you’re a good person, and good people deserve good things.  ❜

❛  do you like what you see?  ❜

❛  when a person asks you for help, you should help them.  ❜

❛  i’ve fought enough for one lifetime.  ❜

❛  i killed her.  she was a person and i killed her.  ❜

❛  this time i protect you.  ❜

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

i know it’s an illusion but i can’t see through it.

don’t look at me, don’t talk to me.

what can you see inside of me?

the miles don’t mean much when they always cycle me back to you.

whatever direction takes me away from you, thats the direction i wanna head in.

i want what i want, not what you’ve got to give me.

as long as i’m still breathing, i’d prefer to live a little bit reckless.

you’ll only ever really know you’re living if you’re totally sure that you’re dying.

fuck it, maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole.

i don’t want to hang around the graveyard waiting for something dead to come back.

of all the reasons to feel hateful, you’re the best of them.

i’m not a crash landing.

i just want to say the words to someone like i used to say the words to you.

good times always getting older.

i wanna be more real than all the others. i wanna be more real than all the rest.

all of the times that we never had, they’re dead in the past.

i wanna know how you see you.

the world is not enough, i want your brutal truth.

we all want to burn on a pyre, so tell me, what kind of witch are you?

perfect weather for a head wound.

all reasons to be fearful but every day still new.

i wanna be as close as i can get to you.

cycles of death and regeneration, sensations of absence and loss: wish you had been there by my side to see it all.

bring your love back to me.

tonight, i can’t sleep because i’m haunted.

there was another life that i might’ve had.

i know the feeling well of longing for something that’s lost.

if this wine hasn’t turned to vinegar, there’s enough to pour a drink.

i’m just living in your house, sleeping in your bed.

it was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy.

there are certain words i won’t ever believe again.

there’s nothing here worth left to say.

i swear i won’t come on so strong. i can be gone when you want to be gone.

kiss me. let’s not fall in love.

you don’t need to forgive to move on.

no, i don’t want to fall in love with you.

if you’re looking for revenge, well here’s a fucking pound of flesh.

there once was love, there now is nothing.

how can i look you in the eyes when i have known you so very intimately?

a practiced detachment to perform. numbness as art.

go ahead and rot.