all this time i told myself we were born from war— but i was wrong. we were born from beauty. let no one mistake us for the fruit of violence, but that violence, having passed through the fruit, failed to spoil it.

they  asked,  'do  you  love  her  to  death?' i  said,  'speak  of  her  over  my  grave  and  watch  how  she  brings  me  back  to  life.'

such a good boy. he must have really loved his mother.

if  there's  something  that  loathes  me  more  than  my  very  being,  it's  my  yearning.  i  am  yearning  in  its  most  disgusting  form.

my  darling,  you  will  never  be  unloved  by  me.  you  are  too  well  tangled  in  my  soul.

i  feel  like  i  could  eat  the  world  raw.

THEY’LL CHASE ME THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD, I HEAR THEIR GUNS. I HIDE BEHIND THE CHAPEL; THEY’RE OUT FOR BLOOD.

all  that  matters  is  you  want  to  hurt  me.  all  that  matters  is  you  want  me.

he wiped the blood from his face as he slowly came to his knees / he said i’ll be back when you least expect it, and hell’s coming with me.

try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this— swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles.

some  of  us  are  just  born  with  tragedy  in  our  blood.

maybe  i  should  have  wanted  less.  maybe  i  should  have  ignored  the  bowl  within  me  burning  to  be  filled.

do  you  know  what  it  means  to  have  a  wound  that  never  heals?

my  grave  would  reek  of  all  the  longing  i  have  ever  done.

name  one  hero  who  was  happy.

to  love  someone  is  to  firstly  confess:  i  am  prepared  to  be  devastated  by  you.

you can see it, can't you? this is your fate. your friends will turn on you, seeing you for the monster you will become. they will destroy you, harbinger of chaos.

oh,  and  you  rip  my  ribcage  open  and  devour  what's truly  yours.

if  you  must  die,  i'll  envy  even  the  earth  that  wraps  around  your  body.

a bird born in a cage doesn't know it's a prisoner. it doesn't know it's not free. it just dies happily in its cage.