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rage—goddess, sing the rage of peleus’ son achilles — murderous, doomed.

you love blood too much, but not like i do.

love is a beautiful, indecent form of torturous dreaming.

what is a lineage, if not a gold thread of pride and guilt?

being a star meant to be doomed to their ways. however bright. however beautiful. however brief

in a dream, i saw my mother with the love of her life and no children … it was the happiest i’d ever seen her.

kiss me, and you will see how important i am.

cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back.

i’ve met you over and over, and every time … i had to watch you die.

do not go far from me. ╱ i won’t, i swear.

she asks that i tell you to remember her. … you won’t.

a girl in the shape of a monster ╱ a monster in the shape of a girl.

why would anyone love a monster? ╱ who are you to decide who is worthy of love?

old men spoiled by cowardly kings become cowardly themselves.

my father is the worst man alive and i am his favorite daughter.

it dies. it is reborn. worse. lonelier.

love is a beautiful, indecent form of torturous dreaming.

i loved you to the point of ruin. i loved you until my lungs were filled with ash.

do not go where i cannot follow.

i’ve met you over and over, and every time … i had to watch you die.