viii.

i wish i could give you everything you want and still be me.

are you familiar with the term “survivor’s guilt?” i am the embodiment of all that it means.

even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty.

that’s it, i quit. this just ain’t my thing… the hell with exams. it’s time for my animal crackers.

the only thing we leave behind when we die is fear.

there’s a song i’d like to play if you’d be so kind as to listen. it reminds me of the past.

CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP NOT SURE HOW TO STOP

the unkindness of reality — i can handle that just fine. but i do not love it.

you and i were meant to be together, even if we weren’t meant to be happy.

it never worked before and it won’t work now, yet it gnaws at me, the idea of it gnaws at me like a sickness.

we’ll always have yesterday.

i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something.

when the world ends the seas will boil, the skies will turn to ash in the lungs of everyone who isn’t safe in your arms.

don’t you never leave love aside, arthur… it’s all we got.

i know i want love, but i have no idea who will make me happy. emptiness doesn’t know its own shape.

i don’t know how to make things right. so i’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong.

you are the last person to experience anything of me

when I look at you all i can see are the mistakes we’re going to make.

reminder that at your smallest components, you are indistinguishable from a forest fire.

our bodies are ours to break, ours to throw into rivers, ours to light on fire, ours to launch into the depths of space.