I didn't feel like I was safe right now. I didn't feel like I was hiding in this dark,fucking confessional with a screen between me and this girl I may or may not know. I should shut up.
But a part of me didn't want to. Every word brought me closer to the edge. Closer to Falling. I wanted to fall.
~Hideaway
She was tearing me up, and I wasn’t sure I cared. I just wanted to burn.
-Micheal
Being scared wasn’t a weakness. But letting it force my head down and
my voice quiet was. Fear wasn’t the enemy. It was the teacher.
-Erica
Rika was a lot like I was a few years ago. Confused, caged, and
corruptible. The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be
learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality
someone else had invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want
to do. Ever.
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until
we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do,
the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
~Corrupt
It never escaped my attention how she hid it (her scar) around my brother, as if it
made her less beautiful.
No. Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our
stories, and I didn’t want a pristine piece of wallpaper. I wanted her and
everything she was.
-Micheal Crist
I was taught to be brave from my father. Dip your toe in every ocean and try everything and anything. Learn, explore, take the world on...
And from my mom, I learned self-sufficiency. Of course, she'd taught me by default, but watching her showed me exactly who I didn't want to be. And from Michael-as well as Damon, Will, and Kai- I learned to breathe fire. I learned to walk as if the path were carved for me and me alone, and to treat the world as if it should know I was coming.
-Erica
Dark and dangerous held a lot of allure.
~Corrupt
“You want to know why you’re here?” he asked me, sounding strained
, in my ear. “You’re here, because you’re like me, Rika. You’re here, because
there are enough people who try to tell us what to do and try to keep us in a
box.
They tell us that what we
want is wrong and that freedom is dirty. They see chaos and madness as ugly, and the older you get, the smaller that box gets. You feel it
closing in already, don’t you?
I’m hungry, Rika,” he said, “I want everything they tell me I can’t have, and I
see that hunger in you, too.”
I blinked up.
“There are too many people that try to change us and not
enough people who want us to be who we really are. Someone once made
me see that and I wanted to give that to you."
Beware the fury of a patient man.
~Corrupt
I'm walking on the edge of sanity
Tipping my toe in pool of insanity
And it feels so warm, welcoming
Looks calming, pretty and unwavering
But sanity says 'it's all a deception '
Sanity says 'appearances lie'
But itself holding me with ropes and chains
Making my wrists burns, causing me pain
And looking at it is like looking
At ocean full of dead fishes
My ankles long gone, drowned in made wishes
Even if they're lies, they feel all real
Assurances if insanity, cruelty of rational
So if a deception's gonna last till your last breath
Why should we not choose it at all?
She often wished she were a body with hinges, that she might throw open a door in her chest and fill its cavity with coal, then kerosene. Strike a match.
~This Wooven Kingdom
That ugliness inside us
His demons dance with mine.
What makes night within us may leave stars.
~Victor Hugo
Naked truths aren't always pretty.
"you're a fever in my blood, flamma."
-Dainn 🖤
"You asked me why you?" The intense look in his eyes, combined with his words, was undoing her. "Because you're my flame, a little source of light and warmth in a void full of darkness and death, small but capable of becoming an inferno with the right fuel And though I was always full of dark and death, for you, I have embraced it, become it, so you can keep flickering without fear. I am the void all monsters fear so you never have to be scared of anything. Not with me."
-Dainn
He didn't think of himself as a poetic man,but the words he gave her bloomed in her heart like poetry in a land of misery.
-Lyla
You did thirst for blood, and with blood, I fill you.
~Dante Alghieri, Inferno
With Lyla, he had learned patience was the key. She was like the black roses he liked to grow for gifting to her. She needed the right soil, the right amount of sun and water and nourishment, the right amount of care and patience to blossom, Most importantly, just like the rose, she needed someone willing to take the thorns, someone willing to bleed for her bloom.
-Dainn
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