—Chris Mc Geown
“Pour water over each wound. What about the wound inside me, the wound I was born into? Where do I pour when I am the wound? I am what wounds me.”
— Sanna Wani, from “Princess Mononoke (1997)”, My Grief, the Sun
“Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”
— thoughts of a stray iii | m.a.w (via dvoyd)
“ Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you look gorgeous - as always, of course,” he says with a wink, throwing an arm round her shoulder and leading her inside for a moment. “ Let me just grab my wallet ‘n’ shit. ” he says, dodging the question for a moment. “ What did I do today? ” what did he do today? He did a bump, but aside from that, nothing particularly worth mentioning. “ Not much, to be honest, just watching some shit TV. Called my mum, the usual. ”
"How rude! I'll pretend you mentioned three of your favorite things, one of which is me," she said with a roll of her eyes. Nina loved Danny, and if she planned to eat her nerves away, he was the best person she could think of to join right now. "I haven't pulled out all my hair, and my eyes aren't bloodshot red, so I consider that a small victory." Never one to brag about her accomplishments, she preferred to let them speak for themselves. "I need nachos, guacamole, queso, and some birria, pronto!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands. "What did you do today?" {Continued from here...}
“ When there’s no one left to fight , boys like him don’t shine so bright. ” Muses tortured by charlotte
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