Citations

Une rancune s’écrit avec le sang des rois
Mais elle s'efface avec le sang des peuples.

Un loup en quête d’affection.

you’re either
on my side
by my side
or in my fucking way
choose [ w i s e l y ]

that’s the DIFFERENCE between YOU & ME

you WEAR a weapon

i AM a weapon

I am a human being
Capable of doing terrible things

You are Scared.
You are Scarred.
You are Sacred.

❝Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away.❞

❝
my lover comes home from the war with bleeding teeth. he touches me like he’s scared he’s going to break me, like he’s scared that if he presses too hard i’ll bruise. when we kiss he draws back inside himself, when we laugh he never really seems to be laughing.

my lover comes back from the war with darkened eyes. he is gentle with me, so gentle. so soft. he says sorry a thousand times a day, says i love you with a desperation that makes us both breathless. gentle. when i ask him why he can’t be that way with himself, he doesn’t reply.

my lover comes home with bruised knuckles and sunken cheeks. in the nights i hear him crying and in the mornings i wake with his head pillowed on my chest and his heart cradled in my hands.

my lover comes back to me daily, but daily we flinch at his new wounds. scattered across his wrists, in his eyes, in the way he startles at every small sound.

my lover has always returned, but sometimes we’re both afraid that one day he just

WON’T

anymore.

❞

There is no ‘dark side’ to him, just one ugly festering mass of selfish wishes disguised as good intentions, hunger and lust masked as human need and compassion. Every bit of good that he has is tainted. But, what potential for evil there is is lulled and nulled as well, for he is grey. It’s not an even tone, but a slurry of almost white and soft black in an art that has no pattern.

The worst thing is that
they aren’t even nightmares
they’re memories.

Some people are just born to fight, I think.

It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways.

But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do.

❝Rudeness is the weak person’s imitation of strength.❞

You can mess up my mind,
break my body
shatter my soul;

I don’t care.

But if you harm,
The people that I love.
If they shed a single tear? A drop of blood?

[I WILL DESTROY YOU.]

there are two types of people in this world

people i can trust to help me hide a body
people who are the body

En temps de paix, les fils ensevelissent leurs pères.
En temps de guerre, les pères ensevelissent leurs fils.

Et pourtant vous voyez. Ça fait maintenant presque 6 mois que je dors à peine, que je peux ne rien bouffer pendant deux jours sans même m'en apercevoir. Et quand je me regarde dans le miroir j'y vois un mec bizarre, pâle, translucide, tellement livide a faire sourire un génocide.

Somedays, you feel so strong, and then, other days, you're like "what the fuck am I doing ?"

Pavé César, ceux qui ne t'ont pas lu, te saluent !

Passant, va dire à Sparte qu’ici nous sommes morts pour obéir à ses lois.

❝They denied her the right to be human, and she refused to be turned into a monster, she instead forged her self into a god. We couldn’t fathom her being as she engulfed our truth.❞

My body may be a temple but i am the god to whom it is devoted
- - - do not presume to tell me how i may decorate my altar

"Je ne parle pas aux cons, ça les instruit"

"Sa mère en toge devant l'Olympe"

"J'aimerais bien mais j'en ai pas envie"

"Vous filez, libre de toute contrainte, à la poursuite de l'éternité"