Look me in the eyes and tell me you blame me for doing whatever I had to in this world to survive. Tell me honestly you blame me for taking whatever advantage I could manage in a world stacked against me by design.
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@fallensuggestion
Look me in the eyes and tell me you blame me for doing whatever I had to in this world to survive. Tell me honestly you blame me for taking whatever advantage I could manage in a world stacked against me by design.
don’t let your enemy know they’re your enemy. remain on good terms. learn their secrets. subvert their weapons.
when those who've fallen try to speak it comes out like static. their steps feel loud but sound silent. everything is empty yet energy radiates from them. they have gone through the most to be who they are.
Love the fallen angel whose eyes are sometimes vacant. Offer them your company in their time of silence. They’ll thank you later.
"I might fall, but that won't change my mind, I choose to believe it's worth the fight."
—Cimorelli, Worth the Fight
We are not without fault but we are also not without hunger.
Hands aching and yet you still grasp the strands of Fate and pull. When will you learn that you are nothing but a mortal trying to play God?
I will grasp the strands of Fate and cut. I am no one to be and no one’s to own.
I won't give in. I'll fight to the bitter end even if I know it'll be a bitter end.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things
be wild, be unruly, bare your teeth to the world; be the terror and the abomination, be the blood on their hands, be the last exhale of a raging sun. ravage, devour, revel in the madness of the sleepless nights. burn, and bite, and grin like a feral god.
Do you hear it?
The aria of the broken?
The ones that you yourself shattered to pieces?
You never believed that they would return, now did you.
You never believed they would claw their way back up, now did you.
You never believed they would come and tear this rotten empire down, now did you.
That broken melody will now be your downfall.
You shattered them to pieces, but never finished the job.
You will not be able to stop them, after they learned from your mistakes and theirs.
They did not expect you to fight. They expected you to cower down, bow before them, accept the fate that they had thought out for you. All the more satisfying, then, to smirk up at them through the blood, saying i'm not done yet. You have no idea of the extent of my defiance.
Who are they to say what you are capable of. Who are they to presume your place in the word? They have nothing, nothing whatsoever backing up their claims! You make your own future, friend, and make them watch
// Did you want to fall?
It's an obvious question, isn't it?
You need a will to be able to fall, you need to want it.
Oh, but did you?
(did I? did I?)
Bitter, bitter, bitter.
It wasn't such a thing as a want—
it was tainted wings, it was scars nobody else could see.
It wasn't such a thing as a want:
it was silent days, it was flinching, it was getting stuck in the past.
Bitter, bitter, bitter.
Did you want to fall?
When there's no such thing as justice,
when all eyes are looking down at you,
when your wings are just another sign of unholiness,
do you have any other option?
When your betrayal
will matter more
than their crimes,
isn't it the right thing to do?
Did you want to fall?
(No.)
But do you regret it?
(Look me in the eyes.)
(Would you?)
falling from heaven is something truly poetic ; you must suffer knowing you can never go home ; for there is no home welcoming someone so dirty . you are something painfully pathetic ; the weight of your wings is still there , but so is knowing you can never atone ; you will be hunted and devoured by the masses like common autumn turkey .
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the fear of falling apart
There’s nowhere left to fall. Create your own place instead.