If you can't cure pain, you should stop it.
I don’t know why it is
That you make me feel
Like a child
Drifting to sleep
To the sound of a warm fairytale,
A sweet lullaby.
Like a sacred mistake
Never meant to be undone,
A punishment well-earned
For a devil
Who dared to taste heaven.
Rain said to the wind "you roar" and "I'll fall."
"People define humanity by its achievements, by the Mother Teresas and the Einsteins and the Everyday Joes playing hero in their own ways a thousand times a day. When tragedy strikes, when someone does something so awful that we can't even wrap our minds around it, we pretend like that person isn't human. Like there's not a continuum from us to them, like the Everyday Joe isn't a villain in a thousand small ways every day. There's a reason we can't look away from a train wreck, a reason we watch the news when a body turns up, a reason that the world's most infamous serial killers get hundreds of thousands of letters every year."
All this suffering because we couldn't let go of the resentment.
"I have tried so hard but I cannot figure out how to be happy in life."
Remember the time when you just wanted to keep the butterfly for a few more seconds. So you closed your palm. A little too much tight. A little too much longer. So the excitement died, leaving silent, strange grief behind when you opened the palm, only to find crushed wings, smudged color.
Voices, words
that instantly makes you want to scratch bleeding wounds
this stupid useless tool
"Rain needs to meet another rain for them to get drenched."
When he talks about a future and kids but my story is supposed to end with me bleeding in the snow at 2 Am in the middle of nowhere
"I was a sinner even before I committed any sins."
brief and beautiful like a page on fire
you can escape reality but you can never escape the consequences of escaping reality.
Affection can be contagious
"Without you, I would've drowned in the hell that is loneliness."
The art of jabbing knives is hereditary
Art is a medium of breathing.
Like a flash of lightening before it thunders
Peak delusion is, thinking you can love someone right even when you’ve never been loved right yourself.
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