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[cllthcmcmcs]

The Script Sentence Starters, 1/3

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Breakeven

“ I’m still alive, but I’m barely breathing. ” “ I got time while she got freedom. ” “ When a heart breaks, it don’t break even. ” “ She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first. ” “ What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? ” “ What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay? ” “ I’m falling to pieces. ” “ They say bad things happen for a reason. ” “ No wise words gonna stop the bleeding. ” “ You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain. ” “ You took your suitcase, and I took the blame. ” “ I’m trying to make sense of what little remains. ”

Nothing

“ Am I better off dead? ” “ Am I better off a quitter? ” “ I’m better off now than I ever was with her. ” “ I’m smiling, but I’m dying. ” “ They say a few drinks will help me to forget her. ” “ They all think I’m crazy, but to me it’s perfect sense. ” “ My mates are all there, trying to calm me down. ” “ I’m shouting your name all over the town. ” “ I can change your mind, turn it all around. ” “ I know that I’m drunk but I’ll say the words, and she’ll listen this time even though they’re slurred. ” “ I know if I’m face to face, she’ll come to her senses. ” “ Every drunk step I take leads me to her door. ” “ If she sees how much I’m hurting, she’ll take me back for sure. ” “ Sometimes love’s intoxicating. ” “ You’re coming down, your hands are shaking. ”

Superheroes

“ All her life she has seen the meanest side of me. ” “ She’s stronger than you know. ” “ A heart of steel starts to grow. ” “ All his life he’s been told he’ll be nothing when he’s old. ” “ All the kicks and all the blows, he won’t ever let it show. ” “ When you’ve been fighting for it all your life, you’ve been struggling to make things right, that’s how a superhero learns to fly. ” “ Turn that pain into power. ” “ When the moment is just right, you see fire in their eyes. ” “ She’s got lions in her heart, a fire in her soul. ” “ He’s got a beast in his belly that’s so hard to control. ” “ Light a match, stand back, watch ‘em explode. ”

[cllthcmcmcs]

The Script Sentence Starters, 2/3

Change pronouns, phrasing, etc. as necessary!

Hall of Fame

“ You can be the greatest, you can be the best. ” “ You can beat the world. ” “ You can beat the war. ” “ You can beat the clock. ” “ Don’t wait for luck. ” “ Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself standing in the hall of fame. ” “ The world’s gonna know your name. ” “ You burn with the brightest flame. ” “ You can go the distance. ” “ You can walk straight through Hell with a smile. ” “ You can be the hero. ” “ How are you ever gonna know if you never even try? ” “ Be a champion. ”

For the First Time

“ She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart. ” “ I’m drinking Jack all alone in my local bar. ” “ Trying to make it work, but man, these times are hard. ” “ I’ve got a new job now in the unemployment line. ” “ Someone help us, ‘cause we’re doing our best. ” “ We’re gonna start by drinking old, cheap bottles of wine. ” “ Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven’t for a while. ” “ We’re smiling but we’re close to tears. ” “ Even after all these years, we just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time. ” “ We both know how we’re gonna make it work when it hurts. ” “ When you pick yourself up, you get kicked to the dirt. ”

Six Degrees of Separation

“ What’s the best way? No one knows. ” “ Meditate, get hypnotized, anything to take it from your mind. ” “ But it won’t go. ” “ You fake a smile, you lie and say you’re better now than ever and your life’s okay. ” “ You’re doing all these things out of desperation. ” “ You’re going through six degrees of separation. ” “ First, you think the worst is a broken heart. ” “ What’s gonna kill you is the second part. ” “ And the third is when your world splits down the middle. ” “ Fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself. ” “ Fifth, you see them out with someone else. ” “ And the sixth is when you admit you may have fucked up a little. ” “ There ain’t no help, it’s every man for himself. ” “ You tell your friends, strangers too, anyone who’ll throw an arm around you. ” “ Tarot cards, gems and stones, believing all that shit’s gonna heal your soul. ” “ Well it’s not. ” “ There’s no starting over without finding closure. ” “ You take them back, no hesitation. ” “ That’s when you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation. ”

[inkedmemes]

SENTENCE STARTERS // THE RAVEN BOYS BY MAGGIE STIEFVATER

“This is the year you’ll fall in love.”

“Tonight is a night.” 

“They think they’re better than us and that we’re falling all over them.”

“Who are you?”

“Is that all?”

“That’s all there is.” 

“Either you’re his true love, or you killed him.” 

“I thought you were dead in a ditch.”

“Did you find anything?”

“You’ll be there, right?”

“Am I invited?”

“That boy is going to die.”

“One moment he was there, and the next, he didn’t exist.” 

“I didn’t hear you knock.”

“How much do you know about Welsh kings?”

“I’ve been dead for seven years.”

“You look terrible. You sick?”

“No, you don’t smoke, you’re too pretty for that.”

“Dear God, I don’t know what else to say.” 

“We need a solid Point A before we even start thinking about Point B.”

“I’m only trying to help.” 

“I’ll never forgive you.” 

“I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what the hell I am.” 

“Does this make you white trash now?” 

“I think you’d better find out if it’s true, don’t you?”

“I won’t be here. I’m almost gone anyway.” 

“You know what they say about men with large bags.” 

“What is it you want to know?”

“You’re looking for something.” 

“You’re leaving with me.” 

“Rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.” 

“The poor are sad they’re poor, and turns out the rich are sad they’re rich.” 

“It means I never get to be my own person.” 

“You think you deserve it.” 

“Don’t pretend you have anything to be proud of, then.” 

“You don’t have to come.” 

“That was very rude. I liked it.” 

“What fresh hell is this?”

“You know that stopped being cool in the fourteenth century or whenever it was that Paul Bunyan lived.” 

“Are you stupid?” 

“Are you putting yourself out with the trash?” 

“I’m not sure that what we’ve been told is the truth.” 

“Did you get Mom a birthday present?”

“You’re looking for a god. Didn’t you suspect there was also a devil?” 

“Is this what you wanted?” 

“Onward and upward.”

[help-mywife]

help, my wife is napping and i miss her but she deserves her rest

[punks-love-black]

[de-morte]

She was the frozen ice on which I walked, I was the fire that couldn’t melt her, as if nature was a contradiction and my love for her was an absolution.

Channing M (via de-morte)

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   ANGELA CARTER,   THE BLOODY CHAMBER.

i remember how, that night, i lay awake in a tender, delicious ecstasy of excitement.

at this very moment, my mother would be moving slowly about the narrow bedroom i had left behind forever.

are you sure? are you sure you love him?

i’m sure i want to marry him.

i had gladly, scandalously, defiantly beggared myself for love.

he left his wife and child a legacy of tears that never quite dried.

our destination, my destiny.

i was forced always to mimic surprise, so that he would not be disappointed.

elsewhere, i might see you plain. elsewhere, but where?

i know it must seem a curious analogy, a man with a flower, but sometimes he seemed to me like a liy. yes. a lily.

possessed of that strange, ominous calm of a sentient vegetable.

oh! how he must want me!

not by virtue of its violence but because of its very gravity.

her face is common property.

the whispering crowd parted like the red sea to let us through.

i thought: i must truly love him. yes, i did.

how my circumstances had changed since the first time i heard those voluptuous chords that carry such a charge of deathly passion in them!

i thought: my cup runneth over.

a red ribbon like the memory of a wound.

for the first time in my innocent and confined life, i sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.

into marriage, into exile.

i sensed it, i knew it — that, henceforth, i would always be lonely.

i felt, all at once, a sharp premonition of dread that lasted only as long as the match flared.

he kissed me and left me and died.

that lovely, sad, sea-siren of a place!

here, it would be easy to be content.

in the prim charm of this saint, i saw myself as i could have wished to be.

enough! no more!

anticipation is the greater part of pleasure, my little love.

perhaps i had seen your face without its mask, and perhaps i had not.

the silent music of my unknowingness, like clair de lune played upon a piano with keys of ether.

i hardly recognized myself from your descriptions of me, and yet, and yet — might there not be a grain of beastly truth in them?

what is that key? the key to your heart? give it to me!

surprise me for dessert with every ice cream in the ice box.

no, nothing is the matter. i have gold bath taps.

i had let them down again but i did not care.

there must be a great deal to conceal if you take such pains to hide it.

i was alone, but for my reflection.

i had the brief notion that my heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. it was a very thin one.

the supreme and unique pleasure of love is the certainty that one is doing evil.

i wanted to know still more, and the means to discover more fell in my way.

i took the forbidden key from the heap and left the others lying there.

yet the skull was still so beautiful.

i heard you walking about, up and down, and some intuition told me you could not sleep.

how could i know, indeed? except that, in my heart, i’d always known.

i had been tricked into my own betrayal.

the secret of pandora’s box; but he had given me the box, himself, knowing i must learn the secret.

i had played a game in which every move was governed by a destiny oppressive and omnipotent, and i had lost.

lost, as the victim loses to the executioner.

i would have strangled him, then.

the atrocious loneliness of that monster!

prepare yourself for martyrdom.

i can be of some comfort to you, though not much use.

who can say what i deserve or no? i’ve done nothing, but that may be sufficient reason for condemning me.

i only did what he knew i would. like eve.

courage. when i thought of courage, i thought of my mother.

do you think i shall lose appetite for the meal if you are so long about serving it?

the puppet master, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, impotent at the last, saw his dolls break free of their strings.

the king, aghast, witnesses the revolt of his pawns.

we lead a quiet life, the three of us.

i never heard you cry before. not when you were happy.

[de-morte]

I walked on pyres, I have wounds made of ruinations, I have battled against storms, I have eaten death twice and people ask me to keep patience.

Channing M (via de-morte)

[le-immorte]

Credit ▪  Alexander Kuznetcov

[le-immorte]

Credit ▪ Fashionisto-Exclusive-Michael-Wozniak

[le-immorte]

Hannibal ~

[blossomfully]

In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

[le-immorte]

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[le-immorte]

[de-morte]

I am the Ghost of a lost war, I dance around the corpses of souls I have lost within me.

Channing H.M