↳ 𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴

you’re the sun， you’ve never seen the night， but you hear its song from the morning birds. well， i’m not the moon， i’m not even a star.

please， i want so badly for the good things to happen.

why are you scared to dream of god when it’s salvation that you want?

i do not really know whether i have survived. my inner self has shut itself up more and more. as though to protect itself， it has become inaccessible even to me.

you are going to break your promise. i understand. and i hold my hands over the ears of my heart， so that i will not hate you.

please， i want so badly for the good things to happen.

i have survived， but i have not been spared.

unloved from head to toe， uncared for whether alive， dead， sick， or suffering. it seemed like， from birth， he had never needed another’s support， never needed anything to depend on， and never needed anyone for company.

if i had stayed a monster… maybe that would be better.

i was not a lovable child， and i'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul， and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

i don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. i want to use them， to enjoy them， and to dominate them.