The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

For the broken ones who are in need of something dark, morbid, and beautiful.

If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter.

Curing people like you. People. Like. You.

That’s what the real world does to us, isn’t it? Grind, grind, grind for forty-plus hours a week just to stand at the grocery store and worry about whether you can afford food.

Too relatable :/

God, he’s absolute murder.

My eyes drift down to his junk. I mean, come on, he’s wearing gray sweatpants—I can’t be blamed for noticing his package.

“For anything. Someone, something, anything. Wait for a devil like me if you have to.”

“You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.”

Wow edit after reading: im crying again

“You let me know and I’ll hold you until the darkness fades.”

Mountain sickness is what I’ve frequently heard it termed, where the higher altitudes fuck with your brain and make you depressed.

“We’re the perfect elixir. I want to feel alive so fucking desperately—I’ll chase the high forever if I have to. Nothing’s worked for me yet.”

“Remedium meum,”

“Till death do us part, sunshine.”

I want her to live.

“Because it’s better than feeling nothing.”

this

I want to know her completely, so much so that we’ll never be able to untwine our vines.

enjoy sitting in solitude. Some people hate it, feel vulnerable even, but there’s nothing more peaceful than embracing your own silence. Only you exist, no one else.

Why dull life with the bleary lines that the adult world draws for us? I want to be childish. I want to run free with all the dark things in the night.

I’m reading a thriller and just got to the part where the heroine falls in love with the murderer.

Same wynn

“Stop that. It’s a thriller romance.” He laughs and rolls to his back. “So it’s a porno?”

Cftu because i KNOW it is

It’s like sailing right into a storm you know you’ll never come back out of.

“Do I? After you said such a nasty thing?”

“Remedium meum.”

Find your passion. Well, that’s certainly easier said than done, isn’t it? How many times have I tried to find my calling? What makes me uniquely me? I’m not special. I’m not unique.

I hate how much i relate to wynn

That’s when I first realized how cruel life could be. How easy it is to lose the love of my soul’s keepers. How easy I am to discard as useless.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe.

“I saw a young woman. A confused little flower trying to bloom in the daylight when you were always meant to thrive beneath the stars, unlike those around you. You’ve wilted enough for the world. Don’t you think?”

Pain is what inevitably brings this song to life… because no great piece of art is made without a little suffering backing it.

“Everything that isn’t you. My life before you. Make me forget all the tragedies so that I can—”

“So that I can love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“You’ll lose your mind if you follow me into the dark, Liam.” “Already there, baby.”

Im sobbing

“You’re my cure.”

Honestly shut up im crying so hard

I can’t handle rejection. I’d rather ignore things and avoid them than ever deal with them outright.

“Yeah, her soul is like chiffon, with plenty of tattered rips and tears. The fabric of our souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”

“But you wouldn’t be Wynn Coldfox if your mind wasn’t such a dark, lovely, wicked thing.”

Betrayal by those who were meant to care for me in the darkest of times.

“The Fabric of our Souls is thin and worn. We must be gentle and love tirelessly.”