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ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ∂ιε α нεяσ ᴏʀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴠ ɪ ʟ ʟ ᴀ ɪ ɴ
I could be your ᑭᕮᖇᖴᕮᑕT ᗪIᔕᗩᔕTᕮᖇ You could be my Ɛνєя Aƒтєя
❝It has been said, ’time h e a l s all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.❞
I’ve somehow learned to like the DARK.
I had a terrible, horrible dream. A dream where you went away right before my eyes. I had it time and time again –you DIED in the END
d'Orsay: The Impressionist Gallery by Michal Svatý
ellegee88:
even
lιgнтѕ
can
ғade
away
{ but I’m feeling kind of down, so, I’ll light this cigarette and smoke the night a w a y }
{Memories C O N S U M E; like opening the wound–
I ’ m p i c k i n g m e a p a r t a g a i n.
I don’t want to be the ONE; the battles A L W A Y S choose…
’Cause inside I realize,
T H A T I ’ M T H E O N E C O N F U S E D.
I don’t know what’s worth F I G H T I N G for;;
O R W H Y I H A V E T O S C R E A M.
I D O N ’ T K N O W W H Y I I N S T I G A T E,
And say what i don’t mean;;
I don't K N O W how I got this way–
I ’ l l n e v e r b e a l r i g h t.
So I’m B R E A K I N G the habit. }
ι'll never ѕтop ғιgнтιng ғor υѕ
City made of thin glass S m o l d e r i n g in pitch black Sin so THICK you can’t see the s t a r s Can’t tell {good} and [evil] apart