if only i knew how much time i had left it would've been spent a bit more wise. . .

i'm not a god, you know? i refuse to walk around carrying the whole earth on my back for everyone else’s sake. i have a dream, too. i have my own life. are you telling me to give those up to serve everyone else?

ATLAS BEHOLDS HER SO BATHED IN SERENITY

□□□ was guided by an angel, the first angel in existence. also created by □□□, this angel was like an older sibling to the sailor boy. the angel betrayed its creator after he killed the sailor boy, and through its sin of murder, this marked the first angel with evil intent.

how do you know me !? how do you know more about me, than i know myself !? i don't know you- ! i don't have these memories- !

( curiously looking inside, you find fresh, vibrant - red pieces of meat inside. why there's meat in cardboard boxes, that's fresh, is beyond you. )

one will turn to two / will turn to five .

finndu mig í framtíðinni.

you don't need a diagnosis to know you're incurable. you've had the same, rotten taste in your mouth since you were seven, and it speaks all the words that a prescription can't. you'll never get better. you can only grow worse.

i’ll be better than i was. i swear. i swear i’ll be better.

i forced myself to be happy. but inside, it hurt so bad. like i wanted to die. sad and afraid and alone... my heart was about to break. but because you were there, i was able to fight it! you being there helped me be... myself. but if you're gone, i...

COME LITTLE HORSEMAN, RIDE UNTO DAWN. HOOVES OF DISTORTION, SCYTHE EVER DRAWN. FEED ME YOUR POISON, SING ME YOUR SONG! BRING ME THE WAR I'VE CRAVED FOR SO LONG!

Ripped  apart Broken heart But broken  hearts can't be mended Once they are torn

i'm abandoning everything! everything! and that way i won't be abandoned —

bleed out for audience approval.

they all fucking hate me.

i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i did not break.

well, promise not to judge me for this, but i'm really into medical stuff, like surgeries,

NORMAL! All you had to do was be normal and carry our legacy like a good daughter. Is that so damn hard?

one will turn to two / will turn to five .

imagine lying sprawled on the ground, wounded and exhausted, and you open your eyes to find a little flower sprouting right beside you -- that's the kind of happiness i felt.

and now you ask me, "do you want to run away?" my mind is racing - what am i supposed to say? "if nothing holds you here, then you don't have to stay" i want to say "okay" - i'm ashamed, but i'm suddenly afraid.

he needed to make himself smaller, hidden. he didn’t want to be seen so vulnerable. he wasn’t allowed to be seen as vulnerable.

yeah. it feels like i got ten extra layers of trauma today.

i’m most dangerous when i’m hungry. i’m most hungry when i’m hurting. seems like i’m always hurting. nothing but teeth. it’s not up to me when i get to stop crying. or hurting.

teammates!? friends!? to hell with that!

i don't want to beg. i know you can feel it, my longing, the aching my need for love. i don't want to beg. but oh, god — oh, god, please. please. love me. love me.

(his left eye is completely missing; while the other delicately hangs from a small string out of his face.)

jester's privilege is the ability and right of a jester to talk and mock freely without being punished ; for nothing he says seems to matter.

I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN CALL MYSELF SAD. BECAUSE IF I WAS SAD I COULD CRY. AND WHEN I THINK ABOUT MY PAIN I JUST FEEL AN UNCOMFORTABLE EMPTINESS, LIKE A SADNESS SO FAR I CAN'T QUITE GET TO IT. AND WHEN I THINK ABOUT CRYING I FEEL NOTHING.

ARE YOU A HUMAN DRONE? (aye, sir!) ARE YOU A KILLING MACHINE? (aye, sir!) I AM IN CONTROL, MOTHERFUCKER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? (aye, sir!)

music and art weren't created by God, but by his people. memories are a form of artwork in my holy eyes. dress them in gold if you must.

- to feel tasteless like old and bland chewing gum, he sings that he " has become comfortably numb "

to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.

you can put your strength down. i'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. you don't need to say anything.

if you love me like you say, why do you keep hurting me?

i wanted her bones, her blood, her tissues, the sinews that bound her together. i would have held her next to me though time had stripped away the tones and textures of her skin.

silco didn't make jinx. you did.

he hated how his hands were stiff and how they clenched and unclenched as if he still had to fight. he hated the ringing in his ears, and he hated the beating of his hearts.

AND AS I YEARN. (The thing you fear most is not the daemon disdainous.) I'LL BE RIGHT. (The thing you fear most is your own baseness.)

cut me, cut me, please make it deep! if i'm covered in scars, will you look at me ?!

he digs his thumb into the bruise, makes tender flesh break anew. "to remember me by." in turn the blade sinks until it hits bone, twisted with the very affection by which they'd known each other. "wear the scar, and i will know you again."

" it's not up to me " , or so i've been told. " this is the nature of the female skin. "

you are too fragile to be human! the pull of blood through your veins, the brush of life against skin — to even have skin at all, is a physical agony.

does the blank stare scare you more than the frown? am i the reason that you feel down?

" da - jeong, tell me. . . do you atone now ? "

when my father passed, i would visit his grave, and tell him about my day. what if you did that with my grave?

i love you. today. tonight. tomorrow. forever. if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. if i were to live a thousand lives, i would want to make you mine in each of them.

i don’t want soft or subtle. i want rough, wild, heartache, i want sins, i want you.

" she used to be just like you. . . before she- y'know- turned into this. " did you berate her too? " quite the opposite, actually. "