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To the ones who wear a smile like a loaded gun.
The beginning is the end. The beginning is when you decide how the finale will be. For some people, the ending is a mystery and the greatest discovery of all. Not for me.
Some are born for peopling; I was born for anything that doesn’t include that.
There’s something interesting about war, not the mass destruction or the casualties, but the ways they’ve started. The ways they’ve been finished. In between, there’s chaos, but chaos doesn’t come randomly. I’m at the beginning phase, where the smallest action can trigger a bloody battle. The first of many.
If he were a woman, he would be labelled a slut, but in his case, he’s called a playboy.
The moment she gasps, I crush my lips to hers. She tastes like…madness, the type you can never get away from or with. It’s the type that gets under your skin, and soon enough, you don’t know whether you’re losing your sanity or your life.
They say you should find what you love and keep it close. The same can be said about what you hate.
I see it now, his name — the reason he’s nicknamed Death. It’s not because of his playing or any of that. It’s the way he finishes lives without making a sound. He’s discreet but ruthless. Appears loveable but is actually domineering. Death.
Holy shit. I might need my therapist after this. No sane person would feel this turned on by those words, right?
For the first time in my life, I feel used, and yet so utterly pleased.
I am the slave of what I have spoken, but the master of what I conceal.
You know, I hate being alone. It’s when the demons come back and want to rage and burn the whole fucking place down.
After all, the most painful scars are the invisible ones.
Even as I say the words, I don’t believe any of them.
“Here’s the thing, belle.” My voice drops. “Since you came into my life, I don’t need people anymore. I just need you.”
When someone pours their heart out to you, the least you can do is not leave.
You said in your text you wished I trusted you enough to let you see my pain. It’s not that I don’t trust you, because I do. It’s weird, but if you stood at the bottom of a cliff, I would fall over with my eyes closed. Do you know why? Because I know you’d catch me.
I might have been away, but I was never far.
You set me on fire, and you didn’t run away from the ashes.
You’re the light despite the darkness. You’re the hope despite the black dots. You’re strong despite the weakness.
his soul that speaks to me and wrenches me out of my own soul. He’s the calm after the storm. He’s the light after the darkness. He’s everything.
“Have I mentioned today how much I love you, Ronan?” “I must’ve forgotten.” “I love you,” she whispers in my ear. “Not more than I love you, ma belle.”
