Can you imagine how cool it will be
laying on your floor with a bleeding wrist
coldness seeping in, coldness bleeding out
silence and last wait for a beautiful end
"But what if chaos is embedded within you?"
"Accept it"
"Try to live with it."
"I've accepted this chaos and I'll let it out one day but untill that day accept that chaos accept the suffering try to live with it, raise it like a child and when it will be old enough, mature enough then let it out and see what will happen.
Don't give up so easily fight with it, make it your worst enemy and at the same time make it your best friend play fucking games with death.
Tell it to stop trying and you'll give what it wants and you'll give it in a grand way."
A statue of little girl is hanging on the wall
"Goddess of luck" is what she is being called
They do a stupid, absurd ritual on her
And say it had made their wishes come true so far
every selfish, manipulative, greedy comes to her
and hammer a nail of wish into her
When you share few lines you wrote with deepseek for review and it says "keep writing - you have a gift."
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"You really doo't like me. Why?"
"You give me a feral dog vibe"
My mouth parts, before a bout of shocked laughter bursts from my throat.
"A feral dog?" I repeat incredulously. It's so true that I can't even be offended. I rest my chin on my hand, a grin on my face. "Do tell."
He rests both arms on the bar and leans down "You're destructive and uncontrollable.
"You must be a psychologist," I return dryly.
"I just know trouble when I see it."
The ocean is beautiful. But it's also unforgivable. Within seconds, it can turn against you, Drag you down so violently, you don't know which way is up, and feed you into its cevernous mouth until you drown or end up between the teeth of something much scarier.
Cigarettes are also unforgivable, with the way they eat at you from the inside and Kill you slowly, and then all at once.
I decide I like the ocean, and I like cigarettes,
Because I...I am also unforgivable.
I'm taken by a beautiful nightmare
L'appel du vide?
Arey you kidding me?
so that all was not meaningless..?
Murder me in the library of an old Victorian house during a thunderstorm or don't waste my fucking time.
"Happy people don't fear death, because there's nothing more they want out of life than what they have right now."
(and unhappy people do? I don't think so)
It's like a road I've been walking towards since my first step
like an inevitable patiently sitting to happen
like a stage I am getting matured to reach for
like a prophecy I've been born in result of
madness is not a threat hanging over my head
It's the destiny carved in my hands.
We can smell our own kind
Would you choose walking over the edge forever or jumping once?
Humans feed and thrive at vulnerabilities
He held her eyes, a moment of something I couldn't place passing in his eyes. "Are you scared, Emory?" he asked her,
Her voice remained as still and calm as her body. "I'm the eye of the storm, You?"
He turned his head, looking at Alex, the longing stretching between them so strongly, I could almost feel it vibrating in the ground.
"I am the storm," he murmured.
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"I love you," he said again. "But I'll let you go."
He started to walk away, my heart ripping in two, and I shook my head. No. He couldn't let me go. He couldn't move on without me. Everything we'd been through, everything meant something. It all meant something. Didn't it?
This wasn't where we ended.
Nothing was over.
"Will you marry me?" I asked, breathing hard and my heart hammering. Slowly, I climbed to my feet and turned to face him, seeing him stopped.
He stood there, frozen, not turning around, but that was okay. I wasn't sure I could do this if he looked at me.
"I love you. I'm wild crazy for you, and For sure I'll kill you at some point, but.. God, I love you so much, and I want you to marry me.Marry me Will Grayson"
"I don't need the Cove," he said over the rain. "I need more memories with you."
I breathed hard, but I couldn't move as tears filled my eyes.
"Memories that aren't tainted with all the years apart right afterward." he explained.
Everyone watching us from a distance faded away, and I looked down at his hair matted to his scalp and temples, droplets cascading down his cheeks and over his lashes and all I wanted in the world was to stare at him forever.
"I build with you now," he whispered to me, We make Thunder Bay together, Em. I love you."
I love you.
I closed my eyes, my face cracking and my eyes filling with tears. God, I was exhausted.
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Will called us "Alex," he said, standing back and watching them, "Emory."
Alex immediately went to his side, but I stayed rooted.
A fire lit behind his eves "I will raise hell and reduce this house to ash if you act like this is a choice for one more second!" he bellowed at me and then pointed to his side."Now!"
When you can't feel the full momentum of the tragedy happening to you at that moment, you feel it for the rest of your life
A living, breathing, ocean of emotions surrounds me
my company-not a safe place to have for me
It's always drowning, fighting storms, or struggling to breathe
and there is no escape
because it's all fictitious, nothing concrete
how can you run from a thing, you can't see
Its just that its all too much that you feel
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