the bitter taste on his tongue is failure, familiar and wretched. once again, there is blood on his hands.

for those whom i love， i will sacrifice．

i’ve done unspeakable things . i hope it’s not too late to set them right .

i wasn't born hungry, but i remember how it happened. a bad man put a hole in me, one day when i was very young, and i've been eating ever since.

you don't need to do anything but be what you've become . live .

what is it called when you’re surviving more than living

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 • • • ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 • • • ⠀

i will bleed for better reasons this year.