“Hey,” he said, half-asleep, “what were you before you met me?”
“I think I was drowning.” A pause.
“And what are you now?” he whispered, sinking.
I thought for a second. “Water.”
Something's haunting me from within
With teeth, claws, and an evil grin.
Unlike what the movies show
Mine doesn't mess with lights and photos.
I don't live in a haunted house,
Nor do I own the dybbuk box.
So why am I troubled when I try to sleep?
Why is my sanity so hard to keep?
Do you know what's even peculiar?
It's how much all this feels familiar!
They've been living within me all this while
Things I shoved down and never reconciled.
My brain can be a surpassing mess
Make the entire horror genre seem witless.
Because I don't live in a haunted house
Nor do I own the dybbuk box
But do you hear a girl constantly weep?
Until I finally fall asleep.
when I started reading the grisha trilogy i was all for darklina because of all the shit I’d seen about mal and the darkling on the internet
like I’d been fully led to believe that mal was this bland 2d and controlling character in the trilogy but then my man came out with line like this
and
or
how about
and THIS
and this is just a few lines from ruin & rising
seriously? I was supposed to be shipping my girl alina with emo darkles when hunk MALYEN ‘MALEWIFE’ ORETSEV was right there? PLEASE
I read that Grief is a derived word
A word that stemmed from the Latin word gravis.
Gravis - Heavy.
A weight that we've to carry on our own
Because there's only I in Grief.
Most often there are no exit wounds.
It tears your skin and lodges within.
Sometimes we learn to live with it.
Sometimes we have to cut ourselves open and let it out.
And when there are exit wounds,
You've to be courageous enough to let it pass through you.
Tear open your skin twice.
There's no Us in Grief.
I can only sit next to you and hold your hand
While you're hurting.
Hoping you'll pull through.
And then help you stitch your exit wounds.
one time in high school my french teacher told the class that his grandmother died and a kid in the class said “je regrette :(“ and the french teacher burst out laughing and was like “you’re gonna wanna say desolé in this context because je regrette means like…. my bad”
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“Whatever causes night in your soul may leave stars.”
— Victor Hugo
Jumin is gonna get his nose broke lbr he probably can't fight for shit
The Beatrice Letters by Lemony Snicket
"if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more"
"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"
"my very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame."
"my affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever."
"you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope… I have loved none but you."
John Green; Paper Towns