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⬩➤ ❛ GOD IS DEAD .ᐟ
AND NO ONE CARES .ᐟ
IF THERE IS A HELL,
I’LL SEE YOU THERE .ᐟ ❜
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Soft whimpers leave him as he slowly turns around and lets go of the pillow, hugging him close and burying his face in their chest, jumping a little at the sound of thunder.
❝ don’t go…stay… ❞
He holds onto the pillow but moves a little to make space for him, feet rubbing against eachother in an attempt to calm himself down. He didn’t think anyone would notice the storm bothering.
࿐ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐉. 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 | H retweeted
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⬩➤ ❛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒.ᐟ
I’M YOUR FUCKING BOSS,
OH MY GOD
𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐔𝐏. ❜
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The hug made him instinctively freeze up, biting his bottom lip; he hadn’t been embraced in a long time, not in a way that it felt genuine. His own arms hesitantly wrapped around the priest, hugging him as if to hold onto him, his heartbeat calming down slightly >
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his voice was quiet, as if anyone and even god was listening. It wasn’t often he would show his weaker and vulnerable side, not to just anyone either.
The last time he was shown kindness, it turned out to be fake, and he had found out and turned that person into >
He leans into the touch hesitantly and eases up, moving a hand to place over the priests as he thought for a moment and his breath caught in his throat.
❝ I— a little…❞
His voice was quiet, as if someone other than Michael could hear him. He gently nuzzled his >
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And he still kills. Everyday there’s someone new, and a new project for him— also easier to get his meals that way. It’s stuck with him ever since he killed his mother.
❝ god can’t forgive me for being such a horrible being. What I’ve done is enough to get me locked >
Tears built up in his eyes as he looked down at their hands, his own tattooed hands being held by such forgiving ones somewhat soothed him as he listened to his words and swallowed thickly,
❝ she berated me one day, it was too much — I didn’t know how to react so >
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had a mother that at least loved him for who he was but never being able to find that in anyone, and that frustrated him more than anything. Killed him emotionally.
❝ my manager keeps trying to get me to mingle at clubs to try and socialise but to me that feels >