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xnihilis:

                                  If living means bowing down to the
                            likes of you bastards, I’d rather die on my
                                      feet ] with my ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ.

—but oh, you poor pitiful helpless worthless child

                             did you really think for a moment?

                                           that you actually had a [c h o i c e] in life?

amusicas:

Learn to be quiet about your misery
And keep your sadness in the dark.

 Because, my dear…
                                    Nobody cares about your broken fragile heart.

scxrletlass:

                                         D   A   R   K     N   E   S   S
                                          that’s  the first  thing i  remember.
                                          it   was  dark,   &  it  was   c o l d
                                          &       i       was                  scared.

                                                             but then, then i saw the    M    O    O    N.
                                                             it  was  so BIG & it was  so  B R I G H T.
                                                             it   seemed  to  chase   the  darkness     away
                                                             &                when                 it                did

                                                                                          i wasn’t scared anymore.

hello–nurse:

                   I will not be COMMANDED.

                                 I will not be CONTROLLED

The living always think that monsters roar and gnash their teeth. But I’ve seen that real monsters can be friendly; they can smile, and they can say please and thank you like everyone else. Real monsters can appear to be kind. Sometimes they can be inside us.
—Jodi Lynn Anderson, The Vanishing Season (via to-muse)