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trigger warning: blood, death, killing the past

I literally just pick at my acne really bad, and then when I try to atone for my sins, I tend to make it worse. I am not unfamiliar with that.

My sweater policy? leave it all at the door.

Shakespeare for the soul.

(Based off the movie, My Week With Marylin) the opposite of love is indifference

Ashes, not dust.

(10% work is all the difference.) “If you are a dreamer come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hoper, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender come sit by my fire. For we have ...

Take me to the height of who I am, so I can throw myself off of it.

that rainbow button is all that's left of me

“We often confuse what we wish for, with what is.” ― Neil Gaiman

how can the selfishness of suicide be seen as sacrifice? ((there are no brownie points six feet under))

Let the music run, from the seas to the hilltops. Let our music play.

I've been told to cut out the middleman, because the messenger is already dead. (To the girl who wanted me to call her "Home," but didn't know the meaning behind the word.) [Animation on page thirtee...

please write yourself a new story

(Prompt Idea: What's bothering you?) when you lose a child of esteem, you breathe a sigh of relief, but lose a child of heart, and your own is thrown apart.

be a victor with no victims. a present that listens to both past and future.

The worst gift I've ever gotten was a name, because I always seem to lose it inside me.

"We are the pair that they'll discuss. Yes, this world will remember us." (Frank Wildhorn - This World Will Remember Us) [The painting on page nine is by Jacqueline Gnott]

when your high point is rock bottom, maybe its just best to live forgotten.