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jester's privilege is the ability and right of a jester to talk and mock freely without being punished ; for nothing he says seems to matter.
i know i was a control freak. i wanted to get better for you. i know why you didn't give me that chance.
One life, just one life is enough for me
To take and what will we see?
Fly high, just for us to be
Taking us high, not free
" i hate you! i hate you— so god-damn much! but i... — want— you. i just want... you here. with me. "
he was in a private room with unseen eyes all glued to him. to his body. to the way he shook and gasped and sobbed and-
my words might not mean anything now, but just remember one thing— even if the world turns on you, i will always be by your side.
i love you. today. tonight. tomorrow. forever. if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. if i were to live a thousand lives, i would want to make you mine in each of them.
WITH MY EARS BACK AND MY TEETH BARED AND MY PUPILS BLOWN WIDE, CHEST ALWAYS HEAVING, PULSE JUMPING ERRATICALLY. BACKED INTO THE CORNER OF MY KENNEL BY THE WORLD AT LARGE.
to be honest, you scare me. i'm terrified of letting you in, of seeing myself more clearly through your eyes wondering if i'm good enough, or if one day i'll lose you.
i'm abandoning everything! everything! and that way i won't be abandoned —
no more. fear is for the weak, fear is for the weak, fear is for the weak, fear is for the weak . . .
A BUILDING OF WORSHIP WITH CAMERAS FOR SAFETY
A GOD THAT WILL LOVE ME WILL ALSO BERATE ME
sobs that had never let the house sink into silence, its ghosts tried their best to gather the fraying edges of the little star. they failed.
sometimes i think i would eat you if i could. there is a witch in a story who ate a girl she loved, and always afterwards when she spoke, flowers fell out of her open mouth. this is what they say: it is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love.
to anyone who knows me, i'm sure i sound absurd,
but i'm an egoistic queer under any definition of the word !
god did not live in this church; these statues gave an image to nothingness. i was the supernatural in this cathedral. i was the only supermortal thing that stood conscious under this roof! loneliness. loneliness to the point of madness.
imagine lying sprawled on the ground, wounded and exhausted, and you open your eyes to find a little flower sprouting right beside you -- that's the kind of happiness i felt.
now, to the best of your memory, what is, or was, the colour of your mother's eyes?
he was in a private room with unseen eyes all glued to him. to his body. to the way he shook and gasped and sobbed and-