You don’t know what it’s like, having this thing inside me. Always… scratching. That’s an awful word, but that’s what it feels like. An animal, scratching to get out.
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You don’t know what it’s like, having this thing inside me. Always… scratching. That’s an awful word, but that’s what it feels like. An animal, scratching to get out.
Vanessa Ives, Penny Dreadful (via rubere)
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—you were chosen to walk through fire.
Pablo Neruda, excerpt of The Soldier’s Love (via henrydear)
If the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am I still alive?
questions at midnight | p.d (via lostcap)
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when considering violence?”
Moist von Lipwig, Going Postal (via timewalkxr)
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❛ i didn't mean to kill him, jake, i thought we needed information, we needed him - to talk. and so i was just gonna make him talk, i was just gonna .. drill a little, talk a little. you know? i’m sorry. ❜ he looks up at jake from where he kneels, and he doesn't blink. ❛ you can't tell liv. she can’t know. ❜
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
Sylvia Plath (via sheepsuiit)
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“Yes, you are a paragon of mental health.”
his face hardens. he sighs through his nose, eyes closing at a pace way too slow and drawn out to be a blink. ❛ i'm fine .. you need to stop saying stuff like that. it's not like, .. you're one to talk, anyways. ❜
his gaze falls, then, to the papers the man withdraws from inside of his jacket while he listens. he expects the nondisclosure, and has no qualms against it. after all, any disclosure would also be indicating his involvement; he’s trying to protect himself, here.
it’s when he continues that sebastian’s growing a bit more curious; he raises a brow, lifting his gaze back toward the other, noting the way he looks elsewhere was opposed to meeting his gaze. if he weren’t fishing a pen out of his pocket, the silence might’ve given the impression that he was going to turn the task down.
❛ i hope you’re true to your word, for your sake. ❜ it’s an offhanded comment, and then he’s taking the document from the man, looking it over briefly. soon afterward, he uses his hand as a makeshift surface, signing off on the nondisclosure with the other.
❛ you can trust me, ❜ a muscle in his jaw shifts underneath his stubble. he's anxious to get back to the warehouse, to bring the doctor to jake and then go to his family again. he hasn't been to the safe house to check on them for over three hours. huck considers the possibility that they're already dead, and then, because he can't help it, he wonders how command would've had them killed. he comes back to himself with a slow blink, and an exhale he hadn't known that his lungs been waiting for.
he doesn't mind the other man's silence. it's comforting to know he can keep quiet when it's necessary, and given the fact that he was recommended to him by a fellow b-613 agent, huck doesn't find it strange that he would accept such a surreptitious job like this. when the nondisclosure is back in his hands, he checks the signature. ❛ sebastian devereaux .. it's, ah .. really nice to meet you. i'm - huck. ❜ he gives him a fleeting, awkward glance. then he's walking again.
purposeful steps lead them down to the parking garage, and to his car. there are supplies in his back seat, medical supplies, machines. ❛ theres a .. a file in the passenger seat. medical information about the guy you're about to work on. ❜ says huck, as he yanks open his car door and slides inside.
MARVEL’S JESSICA JONES sentence meme. or, send ╳ for a random sentence that my muse will say to yours.
“I usually like a little more romancing.”
“Would you put day drinking under ‘Experience’ or ‘Special Skills’?”
“I’m scared for you.”
“I’ve been asking the impossible of you, I see that now.”
“Now, that sounded like flirting to me.”
“Don’t… have feelings, okay?”
“Hey, last night was fun, but that doesn’t mean I want your opinion.”
“Again, I don’t flirt, I just say what I want.”
“Yes, you are a paragon of mental health.”
“I’m tired of missing you.”
“You think you can take your shit and dump it one me? You don’t get to do that. So you take your goddamned pain, and you live with it, asshole!”
“Knowing it’s real means you’ve got to make a decision. One, keep denying it. Or two, do something about it.”
“We get it, you’re a real gift to humanity.”
“You still get points for doing good.”
“I want you to know, I forgive you for everything. I’ll say it every day. For as long as you need to hear it.”
“If this is a booty call, I like your chances.”
“God damn you. Just had to be a hero, didn’t you?”
“You are a hard-drinking, short-fused, mess of a person. But you are not a piece of shit.”
“When you wake up, I won’t be around to screw up your life anymore.”
“I don’t get asked on a lot of second dates.”
“I can’t risk you.”
“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?”
“You shoot at me, I’ll pull the bullet out of my ruined jacket and shove it up your ass with my pinky finger, and who do you think that’s going to hurt more?”
“Don’t apologize. I don’t want that from you.”
“I was never the hero that you wanted me to be.”
“You’re exactly the hero I wanted you to be.”
“I don’t give a bag of dicks about what kinky shit you’re into, just be into it quietly.”
“It’s people like you that give people like you a bad name.”
“I let you fight my battles for too long.”
“The way I see it, most people go both good and bad going on. Just depends on which part wins that day.”
“They say that talking about a trauma… that it helps.”
“You help people. That’s who you are.”
“I thought about you. I knew it wouldn’t happen. I couldn’t help it. Picturing us.”
“You’re the first person I ever pictured a future with.”
“They say everyone’s born a hero. But if you let it, life will push you over the line until you’re the villain.”
“I’m life threatening. Steer clear of me. Please.”
“You’ve never loved anyone. You’re not even capable of it.”
“I hate feeling this way, I don’t know how you handle it.”
“Do what you’ve gotta do.”
❛ Everything they did to you they did to me. B613, they trained me, too. I was in the hole, too. I…SLAUGHTERED bodies I left in my wake. It feels good. That’s the problem. Warm BLOOD on your hands feels good. The music of a scream. For me, it was bones. If you snap a bone just right there’s a clean, crisp sound that gets me right here. And if you lick their tears when it happens? – They warped me too. They added a BEAST inside me too and he’s a really good guy. He’s so much fun. You’d like him. But I do not let him out. Ever. Not when I fight. Not when I kill. Not when I hurt. Because he’s not allowed out to play. He’s not invited. He’s behind lock and key. You have to keep your guy in, Huck. You have to lock him in all the time. Otherwise one day he will be strong enough to lock you in and you’ll never get out. ❜
IND. JAKE BALLARD ⁽ ᵗʳᶦᵍᵍᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ⁾
I remember who I used to be before I became who I had to be to survive.
justoutherepoeting (via vacantidentity)
I crave for that face when someone knows they’re going to die
The one where they’ve been stabbed and mortally wounded and they’re in shock, choking on their own blood and eyes wide trying to figure out what happened
Sometimes I want to see it on myself, but mostly on others
I want to see your surprise when you realize I really shouldn’t be fucked with and that because of messing with me you’re going to suffer
How dangerous,” he thought, “to finally have something worth losing.
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