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what are children of fathers if not sacrifices?

let us dance, for we shall both be meeting our makers soon.

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

hold me like water — hold me like a knife.

i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

le grand amour ne suffit pas. ╱ true love is not enough.

it’s so beautiful. i can’t wait to ruin it.

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.

we are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

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

love is a beautiful, indecent form of torturous dreaming.

why didn’t you make me good enough? so that you could have loved me?

let us dance, for we shall both be meeting our makers soon.

we are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

the universe is littered with the corpses of your failures.

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

i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.

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

home is the first grave.