Stubborn ❀

❀I write random shit sometimes❀

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“The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favourite.”

American Horror Story

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Her Heart made of Glass

Her heart of glass, a small chamber in her hollow chest filled with the heartbeats that kept her body beating. The glass pristine, never chipped nor fractured, the Rapunzel tower around it keeping her safe, never letting her hair down so her prince could climb. 

 He would call to her every day, the compliments bouncing off the stone walls but the whispers of them getting to her mind. The walls around her glass chamber crumbling, her cries breaking through and touching the princes’ ears. 

 The walls disintegrated around her, her glass heart being shown to her prince, her sobs filling the chaos around them. He saw her weak figure, her hands by her heart, begging it to stay safe. 

 The prince put his arms around his princess, her fragile frame evaporating like the walls around her.

I wrote this while very depressed, and upset so please ignore that, I promise I’ll post some lighter shit soon.