just saw Hozier live so I guess I'm officially a fanfiction writer
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just saw Hozier live so I guess I'm officially a fanfiction writer
little words.
expendable.
not like us.
asset.
that’s what hurts her.
not the raised eyebrows
not the pitying looks.
it’s the words.
it’s always the words.
she is expendable.
she isn’t like them.
the only reason she’s even here is because she’s an asset.
because a goddess thought she looked like a good host.
and now said goddess will tear her soul apart, sooner or later.
she’ll never have a normal life (or as normal as society wishes her to have).
never live.
she’ll die at twenty two years old.
and no one will remember chase windfield, one of the greatest minds of her generation.