stars, hide your fires;

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

[hatkapuchatka]

- like a candle - burn myself up to give you the light - 

Somebody turn on the light. All of the stars have died. They only shine in the skies of my dreams. Oh, take me back to the beginning of this tale, when the night used to shine brighter than the day and the stars used to dance across the twilight sky. Somebody let me feel that light again and rekindle this young, old soul - let me feel alive again.

[hatkapuchatka]

- time undoes even the mightiest creaures, just look what it’s done to you -

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath

[hatkapuchatka]

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, “more like deer than human being.” To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.

[hatkapuchatka]

- he is a universe wrapped in skin - 

My path always led me back to you, again and again. I grew tired of you after a while, of course. Looked for new adventures. But I guess your path led you back here, again and again. One more loop, looking for something you could never find. Chasing your ghosts. You were lost in your memories even then. I guess I should’ve known that’s what I would become for you: just another memory.

[hatkapuchatka]

What separates the wolf from the sheep is not a matter of good or evil. We all have teeth - but only some of us are willing to use them. You either bare your fangs or your throat

[hatkapuchatka]

[hatkapuchatka]

He’d broken his leg dropping down from the heights. The bone didn’t set right, and he’d limped ever after. So he’d found himself a Fabrikator and had his cane made. It became a declaration. There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

[hatkapuchatka]

We were stars once, too, and will do as stars are born to do;  b u r n. Oh, my darling, of course we’ll end, all great things do.

[hatkapuchatka]

- my soul sees its equal in you -

I can’t fix you. I can’t save you. However, I can make it a little easier for your lungs to understand the language of breathing.   

[hatkapuchatka]

- untrue by an  inch, untrue by a mile - 

And he does laugh. His hands are shaking and a tremor runs through his body and he thinks he’s losing his mind. But maybe he lost it a long time ago, maybe he lost it when he looked at her porcelain face cracked at the edges and the endless amount of blood around them.

[tomhiddletson]

[sirxusblack]

[hatkapuchatka]

I held your name against my teeth like the sort of secret you can only whisper to a storm — and in the taste of it, only a hurricane would find sympathy.

[hatkapuchatka]

Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Oderint, dum metuant.

[hatkapuchatka]

My throat still burns from when I swallowed all the things I wish I’d told you.

[cressus]

[hatkapuchatka]

They tell me, shaking their heads: ‘You should be kinder. You are somehow furious.’ I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.

[gryffindvor-deactivated20180321]