tw: death, abuse, self harm. // comic found here.
( some of these have been edited to flow better and or work better for roleplay / as always, feel free to tweak pronouns as needed. )
i wouldn’t have worried that it was my own fault.
movie monsters are meant to do terrible things.
when you’re around, i don’t know how to hide my feelings.
i count binary, in my head. and you count clouds cut something real.
depression is like slashing at ghosts. of course, it’s tempting to finally cut something real.
knives weren’t meant for air.
just once, i’d like to read a story that ends with: she was just having a bad dream. really, she’s okay.
there’s a darkness on the edge of town.
waking up is nice for those for those first few moments, before you remember who and what you are.
then what? you have to get up i guess.
i wish i had known this all along.
it’s better to burn out, than to have to keep living.
i wish being in love was enough. i wish it counted for anything at all.
don’t love someone to save yourself.
we carry our own loneliness with us.
even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty.
you were always laughing.
truth and beauty are wonderful words, but shrapnel is shrapnel.
and at the end of the day, i am alone with the things i have done.
a hero needs an origin story.
our love is a forest fire.
i asked for a fairy tale romance. in my defense, i’d never read any actual fairy tales.
emptiness doesn’t know it’s own shape.
i wish there was a word that meant “ goodbye ” for somebody that who was already gone.
i don’t want a world without pain or loss. i just want them to mean something.
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