i know there’s not people on here saying in order to love leia you have to think she’d forgive vader
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i know there’s not people on here saying in order to love leia you have to think she’d forgive vader
My love has grown so sharp that the faintest graze of my fingertips would leave you writhing, trembling beneath the weight of what I cannot contain.
Could I ever leave you unscathed?
I want the Lord of Chaos in season 2
and by that I mean I want Lark and Sparrow to stand on each other’s shoulders to make like an 11 foot hooded giant
every episode of watcher weekly is more chaotic than the previous one and I LOVE IT.
PIZZA AND SEXY TIMES WITH JARED. But enough about me. How was YOUR Friday evening? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 (Seriously DANNNNNNNIIIIIII stop obsessing about me already. "Not worth the time and energy", she proudly proclaims AAAAAAND YET... 🤷🏼♀️)
The Rot
My loyalty to you is brutal, untamed, It bites and burns, yet guards just the same
But it’s too late to stop—I’m on my way Raw and relentless with none to sway No cries, no pleas, no desperate scheme, Will sate the hunger for you in my bloodstream
For love has hollowed out my core, A decaying shrine to what I swore A violent, glorious atrophy, Built for the sake of you and me
So watch me rot, and bear the blame, Witness the wreck that wears your name
This reminds me of when he kept Tsunaming Seth or Truth. Why doesn’t security get him out of the ring? 😂
The Unbroken
I wish I could have back the person I once was, back when youth had not yet slipped through my fingers. You deserve her—the unbroken version of me. The one whose love was pure, whose innocence was untarnished, and whose heart was whole. She could have given you everything I no longer have to offer. But she’s gone, and all that’s left is the barren shell she abandoned.
Can I truly love when I’m standing on the precipice of my own collapse? When my pain has grown teeth, and the slow gnaw of insanity devours what’s left of me? I had no choice but to sculpt my broken pieces into horns—gentleness was a luxury that left me used, bruised, and discarded.
Can love endure in a heart so torn? Or is it just another war to be sworn?