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@numenrot
give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill, @abhorarchive
i have my own storyline, where i'm going to do what i deem right ... and you'll only have a small part to play.
is there anyone stupid enough to hang themselves because they know they’ll die tomorrow? even if you know you’re going to the gallows, you can still choose how you’re going to climb up there.
I CAN FIGHT! PIERCE ME WITH A HAIL OF BULLETS, RIP MY BODY APART, AND I CAN STILL FIGHT! MAYBE I'LL DIE HERE, BUT I CAN STILL KILL THEM ALL!
i’ve always been telling you to not change the past, but i couldn’t follow my own words. even if i know death is an unchangeable point, i still want to use the last chance to go back to the beginning, and save you.
churchgoers mouth hymns and then pale, tonguing each word like a leaving lover. god, why did you abandon us? why didn’t you take me?
and i shall be the wolf who dines upon wolves, the sheep upon sheep, the man upon men — i will be invader, rebel, cannibal, traitor, murderer and thief; i will be rotten flesh and tainted blood, and all things in between.
your name is safe in my mouth– your heart too, tendons twined around my tongue.
hand on my neck. fist by my eye. up to his wrists in the center of me, pulling it all apart. this love that takes us from bloodsport to slaughterhouse— i’ve had nightmares end more gently than that.
he withdrew, murmuring ‘to hell with you’ and added, brightly, ‘but then you're there, aren't you?’
for the first time i could remember, i felt weak, woozy and stupid—— like a human-being. like a very small and helpless human-being.
let me drown in you until these falling stars are buried in the blur of time.
i inject myself directly into your veins so when i leave everyone will remind you of me. i've etched my name into your skin. when you look at yourself at your most vulnerable you'll see me.
only false gods live in the high tower — a utopia exists only in delusion. look down if you don't believe me, my dear brother. look at the ants beneath your feet. witness them break free from their shackles and bring down the sun.
guilt and anger taste the same on my tongue. i can never remember which is meant to be virtuous.
i've long understood why eve could not resist the apple. it is enticing, to see something so perfect and ready for consumption. i cannot blame her for choosing to take a bite. if anything, i am envious of the ease with which she did so.