𝕿𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 & 𝕯𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 .

﹫ timorokinesis.⠀ ⨾ a gimmick bot with various quotes , both personal and non - personal ; as told by kyrie.⠀ a study in ： anarchy , folk magic , storytelling , and community ——— beware of triggering content .

i embraced my mother and the earth rejoiced.

you crave the applause yet hate the attention, then miss it; your act is a ruse.

it's useless, don't do this; it's hubris to try. he's ruthless, you knew this; i told you, didn't i? he's abusive, elusive, the truth is: he lies. i know you don't want to let go.

lemon hearts are bitter 'til you sweeten up the soul.

no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.

i love what you've done. you've cut all ties, turned and run.

the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please, linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving; please, forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

when i stop writing her letters, i want her to know that it's because i have someone that makes me feel the same exact way that she does and i will not deny the privilege to someone else who wants my love.

got a lot unsaid inside my head; wanna date with death, i'm better dead.

it is not my father's fault that i continue to run away from good love, but he is the reason i know it is an option.

it's what you do to me that makes me feel so numb; we'll call it tragedy, we'll never see the sun!

truth is, the man doesn’t matter anymore. just the timbre. just the volume. just the anger.

if love is a door i keep closed, will it be a wound i keep open?

i watched my mother lie for love when it stomped through the house and put its fists through our walls. i watched her bleed for it and lie more. i told myself i’d never wear thin for it. i’d never break for it and then i did.

i wonder... did jesus feel his mother's heart break when his stopped? i wonder if, for a split second, he heard mary's wails at the news of her boy. if god regretted taking her son.

he may have lost, but he made god bleed.

can you think of a miracle more amazing than that? i mean, cure blindness, sure, or part the seas— all right, but a second chance? that's a real miracle.

in the moment between my mother's death and her return, i stopped believing in god.

love that doesn't last is still important.

you crazy-assed cosmonaut, remember your virtue.