i was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. i was a survivor, and i was strong. i would not be weak, or helpless again i would not, could not be broken. tamed. - feyre archeron.
pinned under the weight (atla/les insoumis/red queen)

let me taste the powder, see the sparks, feel the fire. shoot me down, down, down. i’ll rise from the ashes with your bullet in my hand, and i will give it back to you in pieces.

it's okay if you're burning with anger or sadness or both. it is necesary for you to collapse so you can learn how phoenixes are reborn when they burn and rise again from the ashes of their existence (noor unnahar)

everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts. everyone confuses these with love but in reality - love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again  ❖ rejoignez-nous sur down with love

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.
14/07/2009, on ne vit plus, on survit. «You gotta hear this one song, it'll change your life, I swear » ☮
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# MAGS i could see you home with me but you were with another man. i know we ain't got much to say before I let you get away. be my girl. be my girl. are you gonna be my girl? ~ botr