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❝ maybe don't try talking to random people you don't know ? you don't seem trustworthy, especially since you just are one of them. ❞ the last word spoken with some acid in the tone. eyes narrowing thinner, glaring at the other girl.

❝ i don't have a reason to be nice to people like you. most of you are the same. care only about putting people like me behind bars. abusing us. using us to raise your own status. society doesn't combat problems by listening, but by pushing them off to some corner. ❞

❝ a few people doing good things by themselves changes a few things for a day at most. ❞ the words spoken was nothing new of course. so has it always been. people either lived according to the rules or were subjected to being looked down on and kicked to the ground if they were not. even if the circumstances were out of their control.

⠀⠀            ❝ you are treating this like we are friends or something. are you that desperate, or does ignorance also play a role. ❞ something almost like a chuckle followed. ❝ i have no reason to talk to you. no reason to follow you. no reason to trust you. is it obvious yet ? ❞

⠀⠀            the slightest amusement she had with this situation was gone now. replaced with narrowed eyes. ❝ how about you start talking a little, and i'll decide if it is worth coming along. maybe i'll be that friend you so desperately come looking for. ❞ a thin smile forming with the continuation of the mockery, the crack of the can in hand following as it was opened.

⠀⠀           silently taking a few sips of the soda before one finger pointed. ❝ if you really are a hero. why stalk around at night? working around the law to help the less fortunate ? ❞

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ i'm not a good person.‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i'm barely a person at all.

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                                         i burn, consumed;                                       and resurrect, half-slain

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

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彼方さんはTwitterを使っています: 「ジャンヌオルタ #FGO https://t.co/4aIR7DESe8」 / Twitter

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⠀⠀ ❝ you are you. there is no change that reshapes you into something completely indistinguishable. perhaps on the outside you have grown hard, grown to loath everything around you. but within, you are still that dragon who i once held under my wing. ❞

⠀⠀ words spoken with a softness not usual to her person. something felt uncomfortable. it was the sight of the other. the thought of what happened in the span of those years of absence. a sort of guild growing.

⠀⠀ ❝ i was worried, you know ? not a day passed where you did not cross my mind. and as to what became of you after you left. now i see. you changed in ways no person should have to change ... ❞

avenger.

 ⠀⠀            ❝ do you believe my memory to be so dull i would not be able to tell? my affinity lays with dragons. you could grow to an old woman, and i would still be able to tell. ❞ a light huff following words.

 ⠀⠀            how many years has it been? to an existence such as herself, time was not a factor. nothing that received much mind.

|| 鈴 || :: words were trapped in her throat. no, it wasn’t like the SEIRYUU thought the other’s knowledge about dragons would be so shallowed, however, it was her very core that had changed, hadn’t it ? even …

                “ even when i now carry a scent that i didn’t have before ? ” the scent of BLOOD that was absent from her back when she was younger. a trade for her innocence, for her naivety, now replaced by a duller color of cyan within those once bright and hopeful gaze. fingers curled inwardly. she was practically a DIFFERENT CREATURE, right ? so why ? “ even … when i’m no longer who i used to be ? ”

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⠀⠀ ❝ what else am i to expect ? i did not come were with anyone besides myself. it makes for an opportunity too many try taking advantage of. my expectations are not exactly high for each following person. ❞

⠀⠀            ❝ if you are here to flirt, don’t. you would be the 6th and it is ruining my wine for me. ❞ single sentence starter ― @etlascivus​

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Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit and Three Other Plays; “The Flies”

Text ID: Nothing is sweeter, nothing, that to feel a dawn of hatred spreading like quickfire in one's veins;

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“Forgive me if I taste a little too much like poison. If I am full of too much chaos. Forgive me if I have too much bottled within me that it makes the earth quiver. But I won’t apologize for the monster I became to survive the monsters around me.”

— or the screaming still ringing in my ears // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

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Corpse Fang Princess | Shigahime  – Chapter 14 ☾ Resurrected  

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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life

Text ID: Awake in the darkness, afraid to die.

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カシアさんはTwitterを使っています: 「14▶︎ジャンヌ•オルタ (Fate/Samurai Remnant) #Fate #100日チャレンジ https://t.co/dg070Q96cj」 / Twitter

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Daily reminder that being an Avenger Class Servent is honestly fucking horrible.

Jalters description of it being something you can never recover from, a "bird that will never fly again".

Having hatred not just as a memory but an inherent part of your existence that can never get better.

A gapping wound that can't heal.

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— Vita Sackville-West, from “Solitude.”