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It's hard to believe how history can repeat itself even more harshly. I never thought I'd see scenes from the movie 'The Pianist' come to life before my eyes, especially this scene. I've been trying to shake off the image from my mind all day, but I can't seem to.
When I'm standing in the fire
I will look him in the eye
And I will let the devil know that
I was brave enough to die
And there's no hell that he can show me
That's deeper than my pride
'Cause I will never be forgotten
Forever I'll fight
'Cause I don't need this life
I just need
Somebody to die for
Somebody to cry for
When I'm lonely
how to explain to people that one of my favorite "scenes" from qsmp is just, bad coming back from his first day of purg 2 and meeting richas outside spawn and then they sit down and have alchohol together (uncle and nephew things) and talk for a bit and idk man :((
reading the same two yes man and same three wheatley self insert fics over and over bc there is absolutely nothing for them anywhere. im suffering. where are my drabbles. my one shots. my romance headcanons. that one fic that is 100 chapters long. blease. im begging
I wanted to say I understood why you treated me how you did, I wanted to forgive and forget everything that happened between us. But you don’t deserve that, you don’t deserve anymore of my time.
Because I was good enough, it was you who made me believe I wasn’t.
I do this thing. I don't stop loving you. But I stop letting you love me. You know how? I cut off your access to my mind. And my heart. If you don't know what I am thinking, if you don't know how I'm feeling, if you don't know me, you cannot love me. I will still smile when you say sweet things and laugh at your jokes and gush and tell you about the random details of my day. But there will be filters. My heart would be locked. My mind would be stored away. And you'll never be able to tell. See, I do this thing. I let everybody think I am candid 24x7. Neither my face nor my voice are poker ones. Expression pours out from me like sand from fists. Inevitable. Natural. But it's me, I'm the source. So I can decide to cut you off. See, I don't get angry. I don't want revenge. I don't want to say harsh words and make you feel guilty or like a loser or a shit person. I withdraw. I will continue loving you. But I will not let you love me. Maybe I deem you to not be capable of it anymore. Maybe I believe you find it burdening now. Maybe you hurt me so deeply, without even realizing or caring, that all there is left to do is withdraw. See, when I do this thing, it's not to hurt you. It mostly just hurts me. I keep giving you whatever you want. Whatever you want but me. And I take nothing. I ask for nothing. I seek nothing. I do this thing. I never stop loving. I only stop people from loving me.