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“Snake, I’m at your side.”

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She — she was the first person out of the probably brainwashed society to see him in artificial flesh. In all honesty, what kind of reaction was he expecting? “Colourful? So I’m some piece of art.”     Maybe Raiden was just that in the eyes of normal people now — man-made, erased, drawn again, painted or crafted to perfection then chipped away until its creator was pleased with the results. Some pieces of art were indecipherable — he among that variety.     His eyes closed as she made her apology.     ” … I don’t blame you.”

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' ……..I—- I'm… sorry, for staring. It's just…….

      You’re so…. colorful. ———— And I mean in the…. synesthetic sense. ’  

Contrite nature holds her within the smothering hands of disintegration; eyes reflecting absinthe. Absinthe and emeralds and the blue of the sky when it meets the earth, spilling forth shades of death white and wine red.

            { It has turned her timid—- the flare of anxious emotion, coating her tongue in the sour of rotten fruit. }

’ That…. probably doesn’t make any sense without an explanation. I’m really sorry—- ‘

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u have a nice butt

  ". . . go away."

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What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?

Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via aercis)

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Van Nuys - Sixx:AM

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"I am lightning, the rain transformed."

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4 don't fear death.

    "Don't say it."   It's the jaw, isn't it? It's the jaw. There was no taking it away and dealing with their stares only made it worse. At the same time, he kind of thanked it. No showing that hurt with a frown.