𝚆ℐ𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝒊𝑠𝐂𝓞𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝔀hen the 𝒮𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝓯𝐚𝐥𝐥 and the white 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 blow, the 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝐖𝓞𝐋𝐅 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 but the 𝒫𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝓢𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.

⠀—i am not good. i am not virtuous. i am not sympathetic. i am not generous. i am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. i feel—everything. it is my genius. it burns me like fire.—

my heart belongs to you. the blood it pumps, the flesh on my bones. it’s all yours. eat it for all i care, i am yours.

i find beauty in the grotesque and macabre.

without you, we wouldn’t exist. and, of course, without us, you would have been nothing.

ㅤ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ₍ choose ₎ᅠ𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟ᅠdinner ─── ㅤ

my love for you melts through my hands like mercury, infecting every inch of me.

⠀⠀you know it’s not the same as it was .

heroes never cry.

lucky you, pretty girl.

she’s rather protective of me.

what rage you must feel as you choke on your sorrow.

⠀i love you in every universe.

⠀the war is over ( the war is never over ), so march on home, little soldier, and watch your back— when you talk to the dead, the dead talk back.