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a collection of quotes that remind me of slay the princess. automated via @bluebotsdonequick.com. dm for source
And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
December 9, 2025 at 1:20 PM
And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
They were two ghosts in limbo. Twin stars drawn to each other’s collapsing gravities.
December 9, 2025 at 10:19 AM
They were two ghosts in limbo. Twin stars drawn to each other’s collapsing gravities.
“Who am I without you?”
“Yourself.”
“Yourself.”
December 9, 2025 at 7:18 AM
“Who am I without you?”
“Yourself.”
“Yourself.”
Rain falls a thousand times
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
December 9, 2025 at 4:18 AM
Rain falls a thousand times
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready for you to leave. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again…
December 9, 2025 at 1:18 AM
I'm not ready for this to end. I'm not ready for you to leave. I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again…
You ask me if God is dead. This is a question each individual must answer within himself.
December 8, 2025 at 10:18 PM
You ask me if God is dead. This is a question each individual must answer within himself.
Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes,
Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true,
Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.
Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true,
Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.
December 8, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes,
Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true,
Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.
Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true,
Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.
When wine vessels are filled with blood, and when tender feelings are ripped asunder by cold ambition and reduced to dust on the wind,
Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.
Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.
December 8, 2025 at 4:17 PM
When wine vessels are filled with blood, and when tender feelings are ripped asunder by cold ambition and reduced to dust on the wind,
Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.
Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.
“Are you a monster?”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
December 8, 2025 at 1:16 PM
“Are you a monster?”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
I'm not smart enough to go to space, this is the closest to touching the night sky I could get. Give me a second chance, please.
December 8, 2025 at 10:15 AM
I'm not smart enough to go to space, this is the closest to touching the night sky I could get. Give me a second chance, please.
It was a song about the grass beneath his feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway.
December 8, 2025 at 7:15 AM
It was a song about the grass beneath his feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway.
I know you, probably more than anyone in this world. And… we don’t need goodbyes. You’re still here, right? You’ll exist forever… alongside heaven and earth. No matter where I am, no matter what I become, I will sing for you…
December 8, 2025 at 4:14 AM
I know you, probably more than anyone in this world. And… we don’t need goodbyes. You’re still here, right? You’ll exist forever… alongside heaven and earth. No matter where I am, no matter what I become, I will sing for you…
There are a few things more terrifying than one’s own heart, and there is almost nothing more terrifying than sharing it with another.
December 8, 2025 at 1:13 AM
There are a few things more terrifying than one’s own heart, and there is almost nothing more terrifying than sharing it with another.
Are you still there? Are you still you?
December 7, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Are you still there? Are you still you?
It’s okay— Don’t hold back. Cry as much as you want, as loudly as you want, take as long as you need… Cry. Get it all out of your system. Because… The only way that you can heal from closing yourself in… Is to open up.
December 7, 2025 at 7:09 PM
It’s okay— Don’t hold back. Cry as much as you want, as loudly as you want, take as long as you need… Cry. Get it all out of your system. Because… The only way that you can heal from closing yourself in… Is to open up.
Hero… Please don't lie. Especially to yourself. Pretending that you're not hurt or that you don't need help— That kind of lie is very dangerous. You'll only ever be able to get rid of it by being honest about, and with, your feelings.
December 7, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Hero… Please don't lie. Especially to yourself. Pretending that you're not hurt or that you don't need help— That kind of lie is very dangerous. You'll only ever be able to get rid of it by being honest about, and with, your feelings.
“Are you a monster?”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
December 7, 2025 at 1:08 PM
“Are you a monster?”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
“The very worst one.”
“You don’t LOOK like a monster.”
“That’s how you can tell.”
Just think of this as a dream. Everyone has to move on after waking up. There’s no need to fear farewell. Because waving goodbye to the past is the first step towards the future.
December 7, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Just think of this as a dream. Everyone has to move on after waking up. There’s no need to fear farewell. Because waving goodbye to the past is the first step towards the future.
I’ll gladly hum you a lullaby,
To make up for my contempt
If my despair gives you a will to live,
Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.
To make up for my contempt
If my despair gives you a will to live,
Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.
December 7, 2025 at 7:06 AM
I’ll gladly hum you a lullaby,
To make up for my contempt
If my despair gives you a will to live,
Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.
To make up for my contempt
If my despair gives you a will to live,
Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.
It’s not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done.
December 7, 2025 at 4:06 AM
It’s not just other people we need to forgive. We also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done.
Compared to faint memories, having good friends by your side is really a wonderful thing… Even though they will eventually be gone too. People should never reject happiness in the present because of past suffering or disillusionment with the future.
December 7, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Compared to faint memories, having good friends by your side is really a wonderful thing… Even though they will eventually be gone too. People should never reject happiness in the present because of past suffering or disillusionment with the future.
Kisses ever sweet, mercy never meant for me
All I want is peace, just a small reverie
Spangled scraps of trash I’ve adorned so I stay in tact
I’m unloved so I’ll give it up, don’t look back
All I want is peace, just a small reverie
Spangled scraps of trash I’ve adorned so I stay in tact
I’m unloved so I’ll give it up, don’t look back
December 6, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Kisses ever sweet, mercy never meant for me
All I want is peace, just a small reverie
Spangled scraps of trash I’ve adorned so I stay in tact
I’m unloved so I’ll give it up, don’t look back
All I want is peace, just a small reverie
Spangled scraps of trash I’ve adorned so I stay in tact
I’m unloved so I’ll give it up, don’t look back
It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
December 6, 2025 at 7:02 PM
It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers under a black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
December 6, 2025 at 4:00 PM
and the universe said I love you because you are love.
Their lives will always be one year, one week, one day short, but it doesn’t seem to matter much to them. They live anyway. They love anyway. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself.
December 6, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Their lives will always be one year, one week, one day short, but it doesn’t seem to matter much to them. They live anyway. They love anyway. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself.