i'm sorry i'm hot and funny. are you mad at me?

I AM MY OWN GOD AND MARTYR.

it wasn't quite love that they felt, but an enduring trust and need for constant affirmation that was as good as love.

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃: GOD MADE YOU. GOD DOES NOT CARE IF YOU ARE 'GUILTY' OR NOT. / I said: I CARE! I CARE IF I AM GUILTY. I CARE IF I AM GUILTY!

child without home, where will you go in the night? heroes won't help poor folks like you; blood on your hands, dust in your shoes.

the final chapter ends with the phrase: born again.

you've been known to obsess over the future. do you think you'll ever get away from the past?

i don't need to flirt i get bitches with my autism, very severe trauma and my tiny waist

sometimes i feel guilty going outside, like i'm unworthy of the sun shining on me.

you're going to carry that weight for a long time.

and it should be an honor to be like the lamb; slaughtered and bludgeoned beneath the almighty's hand.

i was born charming with a silver tongue, pearly teeth.

maybe we could do something together.

here is the truth: i keep waiting for my anger to go dormant, but it won't. i keep waiting for someone to reroute my anger to the ocean, but no one can.

are we just friends if it's your breath on my neck late at night, or if it's our laced fingers beneath the covers?

YOU ARE A MASSIVE SOUL. A GRAND THING.

candy bear, sweetie pie, i wanna be adored. i'm the girl you'd die for.

i curse this body that hears words i don't want to. i curse this head that reminds me of things i don't want to remember.

the tree simply reaped from what it sowed.

my twisted sense of effort pushed many into peril. i forced others into following my selfish standards, like a selfish child.

taste me, drink my soul. show me all the things i shouldn't know.

you never hold me. / don't be the sort of person who needs to be held.

where does your spine go? i know i've got none.

i will rot in this room forever. i have never been beautiful.

it's a summer day, and i want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

come, now. open your eyes, and look at me.

i love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.

i know i can be destructive in the things i do.

the doves have died, the lovers have lied.

don't feel guilty for your anger. you look beautiful with a glare and sharp teeth.

all i ever wanted was the world.

i miss you so much it feels fucking gross. it feels wet. it feels nauseating. i want to rip out my heart and shake it like a magic 8 ball. is this okay, is this okay, is this okay? or does it make me weak?

once you get a taste of desire, it comes in like an unstoppable wave.

there's a sickness inside me. i can feel it swirl in my lungs, feel it lick my ribs on the way to fill my heart. i don't think it will ever go away.

i need your teeth in me, slow and vicious.

BLOAT THE FLESH, SPILL THE BLOOD. adding on the most human things second!

call me what suits your taste, i just want a taste.

i'm sorry i'm hot and funny. are you mad at me?

we're bound by fate (both being fucking stupid)

you've been known to obsess over the future. do you think you'll ever get away from the past?

bludgeoned, and beaten; broken, and defeated. mother, do i make you proud of me?

you never hold me. / don't be the sort of person who needs to be held.

all alone in my bedroom, with the lights turned down and my roommate gone. i know it's over, but, still, i cling on.

love me dead!

all that we are requires sacrifice.

my love is sick. it leaks and bleeds all over me, onto my nicest shirt.

i built you a home in my heart, with rotten wood meant to cave from the start.

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

this is a forest full of hearts. no matter how many he cuts down, the forest still remains dense.