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I run, but the thing about monsters? They always chase.
When we first came here, I never imagined everything would spiral to a deathly end.
“I’m finishing the job you started, so when you fall to your death, I can commemorate the moment. I have a feeling you’ll be a good addition to my collection, but if you’re not…” He shrugs. “I’ll just burn it.”
This must be what it feels like to have your soul ripped out by the Grim Reaper.
A disaster might or might not kill you, princess. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.
Mum says the eyes are the window to a person’s soul. In that case, there’s a black hole where this bastard’s soul is supposed to be.
Deep inside me lurks a serial killer with fucked-up fetishes and constant demands to satiate its desires.
Once upon a time, I was plagued by the urge to see underneath animals’ skin. Humans, too, but I only had access to animals.
If you give people what they want, they like you, adore you, even. All you have to do is conform to standards while slightly rising above normal, and repress your true nature. At least, in daylight. Night time, however, is a gray area.
“If I choose to, no one will hear of you again and you’ll be a measly statistic.”
“Maybe. After all, insanity, evil, and ruthlessness are boundless and lawless. I’d rather be insane than an ordinary fool.”
if Lan is of any indication, then like him, Killian must have an obsession. A stimulus. A need for something to keep his tendencies regulated.
“The world won’t function correctly if all of us are emotional, morally right creatures. There needs to be a balance, or else there’ll be chaos.”
My being is a condensation of atoms and molecules, a homogenous, perfect combination of my parents’ genes that formed a human being who’s unable to relate to humanity.
I want to own her, even though I have no fucking clue what owning people is all about. It can’t be different from having pets then wanting to see inside them, right?
Motherfucker got friend-zoned to death. Literally. I’d feel sorry for him if I knew how. But since I don’t, I’m completely fine with finishing what he couldn’t.
My shrink would say I’m finding excuses. I say, I found myself through this devil.
Not all girls like the hero. I was fated to fall in love with the villain.
I love her to the point of fucking madness.
