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BIANCA IS MOVED! this blog is now archived, you can find her at @morsquies !

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BIANCA IS MOVED! this blog is now archived, you can find her at @morsquies !

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BIANCA IS MOVED! this blog is now archived, you can find her at @morsquies !

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BIANCA IS MOVED! this blog is now archived, you can find her at @morsquies !

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@selinakos​ asked: ' yeah, no, my boyfriend and i recently learned we've been claimed by gods, too. he burned my favorite sweatshirt and i accidentally bursted his kitchen pipes. does the learning curve ever get easier? ' ( in chandra's modern verse/bianca's canon verse )

BIANCA TRIES NOT TO LAUGH, but the amusement surfaces in the way her lips curls into a small smile. It is a one bloomed by how endearing she finds the complaint, with the reminiscent of her younger years with similar struggles. A strong wind carries the sweet smell of cinnamon from the cafe, the familiar sounds of a breezy summer comforting in the shores of Long Island. Bianca likes the cafe they are sitting in the gardens of, right near the sea, her nails clinking on the glass of iced coffee. Keys of her new house tucked in with a heart-shaped key chain from Cecil’s collection, and cat eye sunglasses she adores are splayed on her side of the small table that sets her apart from Chandra. It’s not often Bianca gets to use her day offs so freely, usually the glimpse of time she can get being reserved for her family, but she can’t deny how much she’s missed the chatter that comes with new friendships. It’s rare, that she gets to bump into any of them, so she tries her best to make it last when she does. 

 “ Well...” She starts, only to be interrupted by her own chuckle before continuing. “ I still accidentally make plants die when I’m upset, and my husband still runs into stuff sometimes because he can’t calculate his speed,” She points out, sipping her coffee through the straw. “ And we’ve been at this for more than a decade, so...” An amused addition before she glances over to the woman, realizing her words might not match the expectation of reassurance. “ It will get easier,” With a more confident tone, she nods. “ It will take some practice, and some time, but the powers you have are a part of you. They will work with you, not against you. ” Her head tilts aside. “ You seem a lot better than the last time I saw you, so I assume you’re getting used to this?” 

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on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

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                                                     [   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬   𝐚   𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝   𝐲𝐨𝐮,   𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂   𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬   𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞   𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽.   𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲   𝐝𝐨,   𝙸'𝙻𝙻   𝙱𝙴   𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳   𝚈𝙾𝚄.  ]

                                              𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 & 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 of 𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚 & 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 @mvndrvke & @morsquies. 

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞?    

A KNIFE CALLED GRIEF. you have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? you can run but not without them. you want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. you want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. you want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. because you know you’d do that for them.

tagged by:  @heldearth​ thank you <33

tagging : @mvndrvke​ ( for nico and cecil! ) @nosestealer @selinakos @iliakos @primasolaris​ ( for megaera! ) & anyone who’d like to do it!

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so! my midterms are over and i am productive enough to be back! i missed interacting with you all, and mostly i am in a mood to write! due to the some unpleasant surprises tumblr had for me today, i had to clean up most of my inbox, so please take this as a call to send me some memes! the more the merrier, honestly, i know i do complain a lot but i love everything you sent me. or alternatively, you can hit the like and i will go through your memes and send you a few! 

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          (   WILL YOU HIDE AMONG THE DEAD, AS YOU ALWAYS DO?   )                                                                                  independent multimuse ft. nico di angelo. his eyes were filled with hate,                                         canon-divergent & headcanon-based. he was too young to look so angry.                                                                 written by luna.                                                                                                                                template & psd.   

   *:·ﾟ✧   home  ✧ ask ✧  rules  ✧ about  ✧ all muses  ✧  verses  *:·ﾟ✧

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𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

‘  i’ll  find  you  again ,  wherever  we  end  up  next .  ’

‘  the  enormity  of  my  desire  disgusts  me .  ’

‘  please ,  one  more  kiss  in  the  kitchen  before  we  turn  the  lights  off .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  lost  but  i’m  here  now .  you’re  the  only  person  who  has  ever  been  able  to  find  me .  ’

‘  almost  dead  yesterday ,  maybe  dead  tomorrow ,  but  alive ,  gloriously  alive ,  today .  ’

‘  you  are  not  broken .  ’

‘  you  can  love  and  be  loved ,  despite  what  may  feel  like  the  eternally  brutal  nature  of  the  world .  ’

‘  i  did  violence  to  my  own  heart .  ’

‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit ,  but  created ?  ’

‘  i  would  never  kiss  anyone  who  doesn’t  burn  me  like  the  sun .  ’

‘  i  would  rather  break  the  world  than  lose  you .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  in  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  know .  i  had  no  idea  how  greedy  my  heart  really  was .  ’

‘  is  that  why  the  idea  of  losing  you  torments  me  so  much ?  ’

‘  how  long  have  i  been  without  you ?  ’

‘  am  i  foolish  for  wanting  this ?  it  will  end  in  flames .  it  always  does .  ’

‘  sorry  about  the  blood  in  your  mouth .  i  wish  it  was  mine .  ’

‘  if  i  love  you ,  is  that  a  fact  or  a  weapon ?  ’

‘  tell  me  how  all  this ,  and  love  too ,  will  ruin  us .  ’

‘  and  you  realize  the  one  person  in  the  world  who  loves  you  isn’t  the  one  you  thought  it  would  be .  ’

‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved .  ’

‘  finally ,  i  plead  guilty  of  adoring  you .  ’

‘  a  child  weaned  on  poison  considers  harm  a  comfort .  ’

‘  without  realizing ,  i  find  it  in  myself  that  i  cannot  stop  thinking  about  you .  ’

‘  tomorrow ,  when  i  wake  up ,  i  promise ,  i  will  be  better .  ’

‘  someone  has  to  leave  first .  this  is  a  very  old  story .  there  is  no  other  version  of  this  story .  ’

‘  when  i  imagine  myself ,  i  am  always  leaving .  i  couldn’t  draw  my  own  face  if  god  asked .  ’

‘  do  we  simply  stare  at  what’s  horrible  and  forgive  it ?  ’

‘  i  wanted  to  let  go  of  the  pain  even  though  it  was  the  last  thing  that  felt  alive  from  you .  ’

‘  have  i  endured  loneliness  with  grace ?  ’

‘  i’ll  be  your  slaughterhouse ,  your  killing  floor ,  your  morgue  and  final  resting ,  walking  around  with  this  bullet  inside  me  ‘cause  i  couldn’t  make  you  love  me  and  i  am  tired  of  pulling  your  teeth .  ’

‘  and  then  my  soul  saw  you  and  kind  of  went ,  ‘ oh ,  there  you  are .  i’ve  been  looking  for  you . ’  ’

‘  sometimes  it  feels  like  someone  else  is  wearing  my  body .  ’

‘  i  spent  my  life  arguing  how  i  mattered  until  it  didn’t  matter .  ’ 

‘  who  knew  my  haven  would  be  my  coffin ?  ’

‘  dead  is  the  safest  i’ve  ever  been .  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been  so  alive .  ’ 

‘  you  know  what  i  was  gonna  tell  you  before ,  but  didn’t  have  the  nerve ?  you  got  your  name  written  all  over  me .  i  got  my  name  written  on  you ,  too .  ’ 

‘  you  already  are  something .  you  always  were .  and  you  still  have  time  to  be .  ’

‘  you  know  me  by  heart .  it  infuriates  me  that  you  know  me  by  heart .  ’ 

‘  why  am  i  waiting  for  you ?  hungering  and  thirsting  for  you  in  every  cranny  of  my  soul  and  even  in  my  ribs ?  ’ 

‘  you  came  with  a  handful  of  pain  and  a  smile  which  broke  the  ground  under  my  feet  as  the  earthquake  does  when  two  people  meet .  ’

‘  the  only  good  thing  is  that  i’m  getting  used  to  suffering .  ’

‘  the  return  to  time  was  not  my  choice .  ’

‘  we  are  built  to  live  inside  each  other .  this  means  we  are  built  to  ruin .  ’

‘  time  does  not  bring  relief ;  you  all  have  lied .  ’

‘  time  does  not  know  how  to  keep  our  hopes  safe .  ’

‘  you  needed  me  so  much  that  you  had  to  end  me .  ’

‘  there  are  days  where  i  am  morbidly  in  love  with  you ,  and  this  is  one  of  those  days .  ’

‘  i  know  no  end  to  desiring  you .  ’

‘  i  fear  that  i  am  both  too  much  yet  not  enough .  ’

‘  yes ,  yes ,  yes ,  i  do  like  you .  i  am  afraid  to  say  the  stronger  word .  ’ 

‘  a  heart’s  a  heavy  burden .  ’

‘  life ,  as  i  see  it ,  is  all  about  farewells  rather  than  reunions .  ’

‘  heaven  is  real  and  you  only  had  two  minutes  to  prove  it  to  me .  ’

‘  it  was  already  love .  ’

‘  everyone  desires  love  but  also  finds  it  impossible  to  believe  that  they  deserve  it .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to  and  then  i’ll  fall  like  my  knees  aren’t  already  bruised  from  doing  it  and  i’ll  remember  why  you’re  worth  the  ache .  ’

‘  of  course  i’ll  hurt  you .  of  course  you’ll  hurt  me .  of  course  we’ll  hurt  each  other .  but  this  is  the  very  condition  of  existence .  ’

‘  nothing  makes  me  sadder  and  nothing  makes  me  happier  than  you .  ’

‘  i  love  you  and  i  do  not  want  to  love  you ,  it  is  too  much  and  too  difficult .  ’

‘  grief  is  just  love  with  no  place  to  go .  ’

‘  i  felt  my  life  with  both  my  hands  to  see  if  it  was  there .  ’

‘  you  do  this ,  you  do .  you  take  the  things  you  love  and  you  tear  them  apart .  ’

‘  i  hope  it’s  love .  i’m  trying  really  hard  to  make  it  love .  ’

‘  if  you  touch  me  again  i  might  burn  up  in  the  cold  air .  ’

‘  i  asked  you  not  to  leave  several  times .  ’

‘  i’ve  only  adored  you  lifetimes  ago  and  here  we  are .  it’s  nice  to  see  you  again .  ’

‘  all  time  ever  does  is  pass  and  all  i  ever  do  is  remember .  ’

‘  i  feel  as  though  we  were  never  strangers ,  you  and  i ,  not  even  for  a  moment .  ’

‘  i’d  choose  you ;  in  a  hundred  different  lifetimes ,  in  a  hundred  worlds ,  in  any  version  of  reality ,  i’d  find  you  and  i’d  choose  you .  ’

‘  nothing  about  this  is  soft  but  we  pretend .  ’

‘  maybe  you  and  i  are  just  a  dream .  ’

‘  i  know  you  loved  me  too ,  you  knew  me ,  and  it  gladdens  my  heart .  ’

‘  i  promise  i  shall  never  give  up  and  that  i’ll  die  yelling  and  laughing .  ’

‘  i  don’t  do  anything  with  my  life  except  romanticize  and  decay  with  indecision .  ’

‘  the  world  was  made  so  that  we  could  find  each  other  in  it .  ’

‘  you  don’t  meet  the  people  you  love ,  you  recognize  them .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  this  body  knows  fear  like  a  front  porch  knows  welcome  –  it  is  always  coming  home .  ’

‘  i  miss  you  more  than  i  remember  you .  ’

‘  if  i  could  have  done  it  all  again ,  i  would  have  loved  you  better .  but  i  could  not  have  loved  you  more .  ’

‘  we  could  have  been  happy .  i  know  that ,  and  it  is  perhaps  the  hardest  thing  to  know .  ’

‘  you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ?  ’

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What do you mean “we’ll see”? Is there a problem?

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RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!

I am faithful to you, darling.

When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.

Some people don’t understand anything.

He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.

No one wants to know what’s in his head.

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.

You’d break your heart to make it bigger.

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.

Let’s kill something.

I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.

We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

All thoughts finish themselves eventually.

Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Look away but I’m still there.

Want something to chase you? Run.

Take only what you need.

Never finish a war without starting another.

I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.

The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.

I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.

We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.

My body is a graveyard.

People like to think war means something.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.

There are many loves but only one war.

You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.

You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.

Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.

The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.

You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.

Some say God is where we put our sorrow.

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

What can you know about a person?

Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.

Even when I look away I am still looking.

Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?

There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?

But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.

Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.

Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.

Perfect and completely dead.

People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.

Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.

I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.

You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.

I tell you these things because I love you.

It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.

Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.

It reminds me of where I was going without you.

You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.

I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.

We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.

To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.

I surrender my desire to be healed.

Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.

Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.

There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.

Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.

You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.

What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.

I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.

I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.

I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

What happens when I no longer want to meet you?

Nothing lasts forever: we know this.

Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.

You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.

You are what you cover up.

Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.

One wonders why a story like this exists.

I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.

Someone has to leave first.

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.

All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.

I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.

What does all this love amount to?

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sempcranticus​.

      He’s met with a piercing calculating look, acknowledging the possibility that she too was studying him. Adam’s dark ocean eyes briefly flickered down to the glass of water before contemplating on what to say next: “What did you expect? Did you expect a glass ball and me looking deep into it prophesying who your true love will be?” He peered at her cold visage. “Insight. I gain insight to your question and delve into three sections: your past, the present and your future.“ He swept his hand over the pile of tarot cards laid in three piles. “You ask the question, I simply do my job.” 

Adam kept looking at her, his lips pressed in a taut line. “But if you didn’t like it when people know things about you, then why did you come to a psychic? Be honest with me: you definitely knew what you were getting into.” Again, not a question, just a brutal assumption as he perceives her as he had the last time: a disbeliever. 

“ MAYBE.” Bianca can only imagine how frustrated the man must be by her skepticism, but the corners of her lips curls into a small smile nevertheless. “ Can you do that, too? You look like you could.” Her smile turns into a soft and amused laugh that fills the room. “ I need no prophecy for my love life, thank you, I have seen enough of it to know better than meddle with it.” She could be more discreet, but why the effort when she sits by someone who already knows more than the most.

“ Well, you tell me,” She tosses the question right back at him, hands open by her sides with palms facing upwards in a both apologetic and nonchalant manner. “ Why have I come to a psychic if I don’t like sharing? ” The only response he gets from her is a ghost of a smile alongside a momentary gleam of mystery in her eyes, then she shifts in the chair to a more comfortable position, stating that her teasing is over. “ I’m curious. I want another reading. A different one.”

[morsquiesa]

more lines from modern media that are raw as hell

warning: some may be nsfw

insp: x / x

❝ we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. ❞

❝  we are good people and we’ve suffered enough. ❞

❝ violence for violence is the rule of beasts. ❞

❝ when the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn. ❞

❝ will you fight? or will you perish like a dog? ❞

❝ welcome to my twisted mind. ❞

❝ i will face god and walk backwards into hell. ❞

❝ you mean the chaos emeralds? ❞

❝ i see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant. ❞

❝ it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are. ❞

❝ it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight but about the size of the fight in the dog. ❞

❝ pick a hell and rot there. ❞

❝ we are the timeline that god has abandoned. ❞

❝ do you think that god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he has created? ❞

❝ every day we stray further from god’s light. ❞

❝ you’re about to experience the wrath of a god. ❞

❝ alone on a friday night? god, you’re pathetic. ❞

❝ you sit on a throne of lies. ❞

❝ they don’t decide who you are. you are who you choose to be. ❞

❝ thanks to you, i am saddled with unnecessary… feelings. ❞

❝ i survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. ❞

❝ bold of you to assume i can die. ❞

❝ if you had the chance to change your fate, would you? ❞

❝ it’s a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming…on days like these, kids like you… should be burning in hell. ❞

❝ despite everything, it’s still you. ❞

❝ in this world, it’s kill or be killed. ❞

❝ i’d sell you to satan for one corn chip. ❞

❝ prove to me that you are strong enough to survive. ❞

❝ i should have killed you when i had the chance. ❞

❝ god won’t let me die. ❞

❝ god gave me depression because if my ambitions went unchecked i would have bested him in hand to hand combat by age 16. ❞

❝ you know i had to do it to em. ❞

❝ it seems you were the one offended, my good bitch. ❞

❝ you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man. ❞

❝ YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. ❞

❝ the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math. ❞

❝ this jackassery will NOT stand! ❞

❝ god can’t help you now. ❞

❝ i am a monument to all your sins. ❞

❝ if the world chooses to become my enemy, i will fight like i always have. ❞

[morsquiesa]

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