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Miss Emma Frost, New York City, 1984

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SHARPEN WAS THE BLADE THAT SHATTERS A PAIR OF HEARTS, if either him or her were to reimanisence on shrapnel left from such a tumultuous love affair, perhaps one should consider picking a chair. painless once grown into the system, layer after layer you'd find her beating, mercyful heart --- oh, perhaps one general human being could pretend to be utterly shocked, wasn't it a surprise that that this woman, the own devil in disguise, truly posessed some sort of heart? force of habit, perhaps ( ? ) . ❝ &. here had I gathered you were more clever than this, DETECTIVE. ❞ her lashing tongue, ever applying the tapering move of a keen dagger ; almond hues, piercing his soul as meaning words poured. ❝ Cassandra is a child of Lady Shiva, you would be a darling fool if you deduced I do not approve of her keeness with Damian. ❞ nearly scofffing a laugh, yet retained on the back of her throat. mannerisms do not fail, despite caring for the man, talia could very well torture him in a fight. ❝ My son is no fool, he was taught to respect such skilled warrior as his adopted sister. ❞ held truth alongside the blurry lines, men couldn't be excused for often holding onto their own stupidity. either it being their opinions, or their reckless acts of heroism. unfortunately, her once dear beloved was a pivotal part of that equation.

❝ Your world is made of something truly beautiful, silly and brilliant clouds. ❞ with no attempt to care for his further commenting, her frame vanishes into the darkness, eachoing footsteps alongside waterdrops and screechs for the night creatures adepts to that place. ❝ ... Having a choice must be so recomforting, putting on the cowl, being a symbol, not a constant pawn on a old man's game ... ❞ nails grasped the box against her silkiest gown, trailing against the spotless flooring. a careful movement, the box is open and items are carefully laid for his treatment. ❝ Haven't you ever considered why does my father allows Damian to stay with you? ❞ when sincerity begans to crash against the shore, metaphors are one's best allies to uncovering the truth.

❝ Once upon a time, a tale as old as time ... a daughter had a choice to make, ❞ while fingers carefully assembling the bandages, of a fair amount of sizes, as she awaited for him to expose his chest for her work to be done, her story continued being told. ❝ The Demon requires an heir, ... once you, the golden chosen one, denied him of that by vanishing in the middle of the night. ❞ a direct punch to his guts, if she was being honest ; that man hadn't solely left her father's grasp, but hers --- his wife, who once thought she was a part of his heart, behind. ❝ Damian was perfect, he is perfect --- make no mistake of thinking otherwise, ❞ constant warning, talia refused to believe otherwise. ❝ Except I am a mother, he was mine before he was ever supposed to be yours. If my suffering ruin means his protection ... so let it be, I have endured fair worse lifetimes before he was born. & I can endure much more, do not worry about me. Prepare him, one day my father will be wise enough to make sure no lazarus pit can bring me back to life. ❞

SHADOWS   OF   WHAT   THEY   ONCE   WERE,   intimacy   emerges   disfigured,   shrouded   in   inelegance,   and   times   only   halcyon   in   reminisces.   A   reverie   their   grasp   never   seemed   to   reach   despite   the   pressure   of   their   hold   around   it.    “   I've   been   through   worse,   ”   a   truth   known   by   both,   a   boreal   mask   to   the   glimpse   of   sentimentalism   behind   her   interest.   She's   orchestrated   the   strings   of   his   heart   before,   he   couldn't   allow   himself   to   play   the   role   of   a   puppet   in   her   play   again.   “   Talia   .   .   .   Cassandra   lives   here   with   us   now.   I   hope   you   don't   make   her   feel   uncomfortable   in   her   own   home,   ”   now,   cerulean   orbs   watch   her   with   frigid   hues   painting   a   warning   laced   with   a   reminder;   he'd   not   tolerate   her   presence   disturbing   his   family's   peace   for   her   own   delight,   they've   gone   too   far   to   return   to   the   beginning.   When   the   matter   was   legacy,   the   swordswoman   favored   hers.   It   rekindled   burnt   wounds   of   betrayal.

“   And   yet,   you'd   choose   your   father's   side   if   ever   given   a   chance,   ”   a   retort   coated   in   white,   baring   fangs   in   a   sided   grin   that   demonstrated   he   could   still   bite   if   provoked.   Yet,   the   detective   yearned   to   unravel   the   enigma   of   her   visit.   Mouth   opens   and   closes   without   a   sound   emitted,   interrupted   by   her   insistence,   exuding   a   sigh   of   acquiescence   .   .   .   for   now.    “   .   .   .   the   bandages   are   on   the   medical   bay,   first   drawer   on   the   left.   ”

A   moment   passes,   and   muddied   pieces   are   replaced   with   a   clean   fabric   of   sweatpants   when   he   enters   the   sterile   room,   chest   bare   flaunting   pinky   gashes   from   the   night.   The   question   lingers   on   tongue.   “   I   suppose   your   visit   had   other   intention   than   to   piece   me   together.   ”

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Wagner Moura as Other John Mr and Mrs Smith

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i did not expect to enjoy writing t.alia sm as i do,

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a breach solely opportunity for vendetta, a missing page yet to be written and catalogued on a history hidden inside the far enduring sand storm meant to fog a man's judgement. sealed lips persist on daring, yet refusing to release a vital statement --- sentimentalism, one risky business to be put aside before savoring the syrupy eagerly setting the taste ... sour was a specialty, a courtsey of their shattered past. once a fool for the hope of it all, killing joke that murdered the ghost of a love --- talia believed there was a cure to this damned pain of his, FATHER TAUGHT HER BEST ; DEMON'S DAUGHTER WITH A BLADE & A SECRET THIRST FOR WARMNESS. truth was raw and clear, the detective would not give away his cowl, nor would she part ways with her birthright. religion poured from his lips, birch leaves in june. hues attempted to regain focus, leave the cruel familiarity of his lingering gaze and hurtful caring soul behind despite holding onto it for so long.

❝ ... Are you hurt? ❞ inquiry afloats, ignoring the boundaris one had set previously regarding her own beating heart. ❝ You're not one to surrender easily, so I shall take it as an yes. ❞ without offering him time to dismiss her accurate hypothesis, her frame rises from the chair gracefully, wasting no time on mundane chattering anylonger --- well, that aside their son. strike>❝ As for Damian, ... He is in great company, I fear. Cassandra is explendid on her own rights. Although I expected find him near Richard. ❞

a personal turmoil to be the daughter of ra's al ghul, the demon's head was a recurring headache throughout descending decades. ever tiring to be his spwan, yet would not set herself free from what belonged to her. ❝ As far as I know, he is far more worried about himself than anything that regards me. &. the feeling is mutual, Detective. ❞ sincerity tight laced with the reminicesce lack of emotion. push it aside now, it was not worth their time. ❝ I assume you might need bandages, go wash yourself --- I'll fetch them myself, no need to bother poor Alfred. ❞ her hand rose as soon as his voice threatned to echoe, ❝ It's not up for debate, I despise being useless. ❞

DISTINCTIVE   PRESENCE,   only   a   few   knew   the   passage   of   his   sacred   shelter,   fewer   could   infiltrate   its   defenses   without   triggering   any   alarm,   and   only   one   individual   wouldn't   wield   that   advantage   to   harm   the   sentry   of   Gotham.   Despite   unbidden,   her   visit   wasn't   unwelcome.   Once   his   name   was   hers   to   call,   souls   intertwined   transcending   the   meaning   behind   the   representation   of   the   golden   circle   on   their   fingers.   Vows   could   have   been   shattered,   but   its   shards   would   always   be   bound   to   her.   Chest   rises   at   the   command   of   her   jasmine   perfume   as   eyes   drink   on   Talia's   figure.

“   Clayface   pretending   to   be   someone   else   again,   ”   at   last,   lungs   release   the   air   they've   been   (unconsciously)   holding,   muddied   gauntlet   removes   cowl   from   head   to   rest   on   back,   hairs   an   ebony   turmoil   revealing   the   state   of   the   man   wasn't   faring   better   than   the   suit.   “   Damian   is   out   with   Cassandra,   they   decided   to   keep   patrolling   since   I   had   no   condition   to   continue.   ”   Steps   don't   venture   too   close   from   the   chair,   not   allowing   the   mud   to   sully   either   her   or   the   expansive   tech.   Adam's   apple   twitched,   words   drying   throat   walls   with   the   hidden   reason   for   her   appearance   in   their   lives   again.

“   Are   you   here   because   you're   having   problems   with   Ra's?   ”

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desert breeze against her features, at fault was her hope this one would keep his mouth shut during their journery --- fingers itching to release her blades with a certain cut on his throat. it wouldn't be clean, but it'd be efficient enough to cease his rambling. ❝ Oh, yes? And how did I attack your feminity complex, Mr. Benoit? ❞

" i'm kinda the first male victim of misogyny if you think about it. "

open to mutuals !

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Talia al Ghul in Dark Nights: Death Metal Issue #7

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twin blades sharp enough to cut the tension void, entertaining with a swiftest movement which allowed one to read the dance within the darkness abranging the cave. umidity, she could taste on her lips --- it didn't bother her, it was simply rather unusual when the fiery weather burning through her skin was her natural habitat. FROM TIME TO TIME, THE DEVIL EMERGES FROM THE SHADOWS, bearing much more than a single danger, or an upcoming threat that surrenders. although one didn't have to be the world greatest detective to guess, nor investigate throughout the layers, the worst was the primary reaction when it meant her involvement. untrustworthy, she was ... the walking mozart of death, a villain to foolish point and dare, ... isn't it a happy thought, though? she couldn't care less.

entertaining with a glare, a former love affair. you'd guess that being formerly married would earn you much more than that, ... it has been an unfair run, &. talia has learned a pitiful long time ago how that cause was of loss. ❝ Are you giving me the courtesy of answering before finding out on your own, ... Detective? ❞ softest grin, hitting the side of her curling lip, nearly hidden by dark locs from the silkiest hair. ❝ Damian isn't home, I take? Since he didn't come to greet his own mother ... ❞ both arms resting on the metalic armrests of his chair, no longer facing the exagerating computer screen behind her but craved on him. a smudged, tiring vision on sight. ❝ Rough business? You could do far better, if memory serves me right. ❞ she concluded, legs crossed, one above the other, certainly not one of his best work shifts ... or whatever was he deemed to call it.

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜, @urbanoath.

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PROMPTS FROM SHREK *  assorted dialogue from the 2001 film, adjust as necessary

two things, okay? shut... up.

you didn't slay the dragon?

some of you may die... but it's a sacrifice i am willing to make.

they judge me before they even know me. that's why i'm better off alone.

how will you kiss me?

that wasn't in the job description!

what is so funny?

let's just say... i'm not your type.

pick me! pick me!

i've got a dragon and i'm not afraid to use it!

now really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but showing up uninvited to a wedding?

it's a compliment! better out than in, i always say.

you can't tell me you're afraid of heights.

let's do that again!

what's that? it's hideous.

only a true friend would be that cruelly honest!

well, technically, you're not a king.

the battle is won.

so where is this fire-breathing pain in the neck, anyway?

hey, don't look at me. i didn't invite them.

it's on my to-do list!

you're meant to charge in, sword drawn, banners flying!

that's not the point!

huh, celebrity marriages. they never last, do they?

that'll do, [name]. that'll do.

you're going the right way for a smacked bottom.

well, that's not very nice. it's just a donkey.

where are you going? the exit's over there!

i have to save my ass.

what kind of a knight are you?

i was talking about the dragon.

man, this would be so much easier if i wasn't color-blind.

we can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning... i'm making waffles!

whoa, look at that. who'd wanna live in a place like that?

that... would be my home.

i think i need a hug.

you're a monster!

we were forced to come here!

you know, you're really quite a decorator!

it's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget!

i like that boulder. that is a nice boulder.

you know, not everybody likes onions.

everybody loves cake!

i don't care what everyone likes!

have you ever met a person, you say, "let's get some parfait," they say, "hell no, i don't like parfait."

end of story! bye bye! see ya later!

parfaits may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet!

it talks?

i'm not the monster here, you are!

now tell me, where are the others!

eat me!

i've tried to be fair to you creatures, but now my patience has reached its end.

all right then! who's hiding them?

oh you're going to love it there.

men of his stature are in short supply.

it's getting him to shut up that's the trick!

hey, what's your problem [name], what you got against the whole world anyway, huh?

i'll find those stairs.

look, i'm not the one with the problem, okay? it's the world that seems to have a problem with me.

do you think he's maybe compensating for something?

hey, where're you going?

oh man, i can't feel my toes!

take a look at me. what am i?

doesn't that bother you?

man, i like you. what's your name?

you're so wrapped up in layers, onion boy, you're afraid of your own feelings.

there you are, doing it again!

oh... oh this is all my fault.

you can't do this to me! i'm too young for you to die!

you gotta warn somebody before you just crack one off, my mouth was open and everything.

believe me, if it was me... you'd be dead.

i steal from the rich and give to the needy.

man, that was annoying.

i was sent to rescue you.

i'm supposed to be rescued by my true love!

your job is not my problem.

you love this woman, don't you?

i don't want to rush into a physical relationship.

like that's ever gonna happen!

why are you following me?

stop singing!

it's no wonder you don't have any friends!

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ever the tauting creature, despite the deslocated shoulder he had to put back on place as if nothing had happened, it was part of his routine --- except he didn't quite have one, he winged it whenever there wasn't any team to play alongside him. benoit's word whips against his skin, and a part of him wanted to laugh loud enough for the country to hear. BENJI WOULD BE HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, ethan couldn't help but think that once his friend remarked about a billion times how no one but their IMF team would stand at least half of the bullshit he goes about whenever things go off the script. ❝ I had to improvise, ... otherwise someone else would be killed. Yeah, guess I can work with that --- Ex-wife number two would truly adore you, Benoit. Reminded me of long ago, nostalgia hits harder. ❞

PROMPT › @poetdeco ❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜ | ethan hunt to benoit blanc

" you know, ethan –  " benoit says his name with a healthy measure of disdain, the kind you would only find upon the most venomous and overly polite pta mother. his pitch goes up half an octave, his lips turn into a smile. he could not be faulted for lacking in grace. " sometimes jumping off a moving train is just jumping off a moving train. and that's not genius. it's certified. and if you ever make me pull a stunt like that again, i will frame you for a murder so foul, not even your little friends at your stupid toy soldier organization will be able to rid you of it. am i clear? "

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yadayda, hello people! fill my inbox with memes.

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POETDECO, ♡ You're so art deco, out on the floor, shining like diamond girl, cold and unsure » a private multimuse by the firework herself, 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 !

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GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You can’t keep making excuses for every one of [name]’s insane whims. ❜

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜

❛ Hey, please stop fire-spinning inside. ❜

❛ I say it like I see it, no filter. If people can’t handle it, that’s their problem. ❜

❛ You’ve got to stay off the Twitter. ❜

❛ Are you mocking me? ❜

❛ This can’t Shazam. It’s a lamp. ❜

❛ Where’s my speargun? I gotta pack. ❜

❛ He told me you haven’t left the bath for a week. ❜

❛ My mind is a fueled-up racing car, and I got nowhere to drive it. ❜

❛ I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. ❜

❛ There’s someone here for you! With a box! ❜

❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜

❛ Excuse me, I love your accent. I had to try it. ❜

❛ You must be very special. ❜

❛ When you throw a murder mystery party, you do it right, buddy. ❜

❛ I’m not here. ❜

❛ He’s just staying here. He’s going through things. ❜

❛ This rich-people shit is weird. ❜

❛ This is stretching my stride-taking abilities. ❜

❛ Okay, let’s stop talking and actually start hanging out and having fun. ❜

❛ Why is it on the roof? ❜

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜

❛ Is this part of the game? ❜

❛ I’ve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. ❜

❛ You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. ❜

❛ You never know when shit’s gonna go down. ❜

❛ I’m uncomfortable. I’m gonna go for a swim. ❜

❛ It’s true. I say it like I see it. ❜

❛ If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. ❜

❛ That’s the place where you have to look within yourself and ask, “Am I the kind of person who will keep going?” ❜

❛ That was some real red-pill stuff. ❜

❛ Every single one of you is holding on for dear life to [name]’s golden titties. ❜

❛ Wow. That was so real. ❜

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜

❛ It’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don’t you think? ❜

❛ Are you calling me dangerous? ❜

❛ A few cocktails before I’m murdered. ❜

❛ Halle Berry! That has a kick. ❜

❛ This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, it gives you vertigo. ❜

❛ Every time we’ve gotten to the point where I’m going to strangle you, you pull something like this, and it’s magic. ❜

❛ I wanna be responsible for something that gets mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. ❜

❛ This is reckless. And you’re gonna get somebody killed. ❜

❛ It’s been a memorable weekend already, to be sure, but now the real fun starts. ❜

❛ Tonight, in this very room, a murder will be committed. ❜

❛ Well, to be clear, I mean, I didn’t know what a “blood diamond” was so… ❜

❛ What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend? ❜

❛ I like the Glass Onion as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality the center is in plain sight. ❜

❛ It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights! ❜

❛ Well, I’m out of here. Tomorrow morning. Gone. ❜

❛ You’re murdering my vibe. ❜

❛ So you come here, in your Gucci flats, telling us that we owe you? ❜

❛ What do you want? A check? You want performative pity? ❜

❛ I want the truth! ❜

❛ But me, I’m tired of pretending like you’re the victim in this game. ❜

❛ That changes things, right? ❜

❛ Have we ever not pulled through? Pulled it off? ❜

❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜

❛ Listen, I must insist that nobody touch the body or disturb anything around it. ❜

Are you treating this as a crime scene then? ❜

❛ I’ll pay you one billion dollars to tell me which one of them tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Oh, fiddlesticks. ❜

❛ Is that a speargun? ❜

❛ Oh, hell’s bells! Just, everybody, just stay here! ❜

❛ I can peel back the layers, I can take it to a point, but what lies at the center, only one person can tell us who killed [name]. ❜

❛ You’re not in the bath again, are you? ❜

❛ Heavens, the dog ate the caviar again. ❜

❛ It’s a stupid idea, right? ❜

❛ Listen, I want to be clear, huh? I am not Batman. ❜

❛ Any feelings of reverence or respect that you had for me when you crossed my threshold, buttress those feelings now. ❜

❛ Yeah, I’m trying real hard to buttress, but this sounds nuts. ❜

❛ Is this safe? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be here. This is nuts. But I’m here. So let’s do this. ❜

❛ The reality-distortion field ends here. I can’t let you do this. ❜

❛ Look me in the eye! You know it’s a lie! ❜

❛ You must be really great at Clue, huh? ❜

❛ I’m very bad at dumb things. My Achilles’ heel. ❜

❛ This is your last chance to back out. ❜

❛ I think it’s really shitty what they all did to you. ❜

❛ I sold my soul for this. ❜

❛ I thought you said you didn’t drink? ❜

❛ That’s hard kombucha. That’s Jared Leto’s hard kombucha. ❜

❛ We’re running out of time! ❜

❛ Please. Think of the danger here. You gotta step back and let me handle this. ❜

❛ I never email anything that I wouldn’t want to see on the front page of The Times. ❜

❛ I think maybe you should take up drinking. You’re just killing it. ❜

❛ Something is just teasing the edge of my brain. ❜

❛ Oh, if I ever meet Jared Leto, I’m gonna whoop his kombucha-brewing ass. ❜

❛ My therapist says this is a toxic relationship. ❜

❛ We will do what we always do. Deny, half-apologize, and then go silent awhile. ❜

❛ Please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants. ❜

❛ I will do whatever I have to do to save myself, and he is my only lifeline. ❜

❛ This never happens in Clue. ❜

❛ He’s a son of a bitch. Leave his ass. ❜

❛ I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserved what he got, and you are better off without him. ❜

❛ Please don’t kill me! Oh my God, please don’t kill me! ❜

❛ I’m not trying to kill you, you crazy bitch! ❜

❛ Shitballs! ❜

❛ It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. ❜

❛ A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors. ❜

❛ Oh, please. Just tell us who tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon. ❜

❛ What is reality?! ❜

❛ Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that a rich person thing? ❜

❛ Oh, it’s so dumb, it’s brilliant. ❜

❛ No! It’s just dumb! ❜

❛ You dim-witted, brainless jackass! ❜

❛ Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me. ❜

❛ Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. ❜

❛ You need evidence, and you’ve got nothing. ❜

❛ Anywhere you go, it’s going to be your word against mine. How do you think that’s gonna go? ❜

❛ There’s nothing I can do. Except maybe offer you some courage. ❜

❛ I hope your little bitch tantrum gave you closure ’cause it accomplished nothing! ❜

❛ You’re ruined. ❜

❛ Did you get the son of a bitch? ❜

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𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 𝑽𝑶𝑳. 𝑰 .   (   sentence  starters  taken  from  /  inspired  by  volume  one  of  ‘ soft thorns ’  by  bridgett  devoue .  triggering  themes  may  be  implied .)

❛  you  are  the  brave  one .   ❜ ❛  you  make  me  brave ,  &  i’ll  forever  be  grateful  for  that . ❜ ❛  i  was  born  with  wide  eyes  &  a  fragile  heart . ❜ ❛  i  feel  everything  so  deeply .  ❜ ❛  i  am  not  yours .  ❜ ❛  you  never  asked  if  i  wanted  a  guest .  ❜ ❛  this  is  why  no  one  loves  you .  ❜ ❛  beauty  does  not  solve  problems .  ❜ ❛  someone  once  told  me  they  were  scared  of  the  truth  in  my  eyes .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  remember  love  as  a  child .  ❜ ❛  a  fantasy  in  real  life  is  also  known  as  a  lie .  ❜ ❛  i  was  eager  to  prove  i  was  good  enough .  ❜ ❛  scars  may  fade ,  but  they  last  forever .  ❜ ❛  i  always  scared  everyone  away .  ❜ ❛  i  kept  this  dream  hidden  away .  ❜ ❛  i  used  to  think  love  wasn’t  for  me .  that  i  wasn’t  worthy .  ❜ ❛  your  love  is  like  an  exorcism .  ❜ ❛  you’re  the  one  who  reminded  me  i  have  a  pulse .  ❜ ❛  there  is  an  unspoken  truth  between  us .  ❜ ❛  i  crave  you ,  even  though  i  know  you  will  destroy  me .  ❜ ❛  you’re  just  standing  there  watching  me  burn ,  wearing  that  crooked  smile  of  yours .  ❜ ❛  i  know  i’m  not  perfect ,  but  i  felt  pretty  damn  close  to  it  when  i  was  in  your  arms .  ❜ ❛  in  another  lifetime ,  we  have  definitely  done  this  before .  ❜ ❛  i  never  thought  i  would  be  a  good  mother .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  love  you  back  together .  ❜ ❛  we  have  this  divine  bond  between  us .  divine  in  the  way  that  it’s  certainly  not  from  this  lifetime .  ❜ ❛  my  soul  craves  a  love  that’s  undeniably  real .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  experience  why  we’re  here  on  earth .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  tell  you  everything .  ❜ ❛  hell  is  watching  something  that  was  your  everything  slip  away  &  not  being  able  to  do  anything  about  it .  ❜ ❛  i  can  tell  that  when  i’m  with  you ,  you’re  with  her .  ❜ ❛  why  is  it  that  everyone  can  see  i’m  suffering  but  you ?  ❜ ❛  let’s  pretend  like  we’re  friends .  ❜ ❛  it’s  so  painful  to  talk  to  you ,  because  i  just  remember  everything  you  turned  out  not  to  be .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  know  how  to  fall  asleep  anymore .  ❜ ❛  are  you  pretending  to  forget  me ,  too ?  ❜ ❛  i  can  still  close  my  eyes  &  trace  every  curve  &  dip  of  your  soul .  ❜ ❛  those  who  don’t  believe  in  ghosts  have  never  had  a  broken  heart .  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful .  ❜ ❛  i  know  i  should ,  but  i’m  not  ready  to  give  up  your  memory .  ❜ ❛  i  never  told  you  how  much  you  hurt  me .  ❜ ❛  i  keep  falling  in  love  with  souls  that  feel  like  yours .  ❜ ❛  being  alone  was  never  hard  before  i  met  you .  ❜ ❛  you  must  think  i’m  crazy  for  missing  something  i  never  even  had .  ❜ ❛  i’m  lonely ,  but  i  don’t  want  company .  ❜ ❛  you  walked  away  far  too  easily  for  me  to  believe  it  was  ever  really  love .  ❜ ❛  you  never  loved  me .  ❜ ❛  when  you’ve  been  fed  lies  for  so  long ,  you  eventually  lose  your  appetite  for  love .  ❜ ❛  i  have  nothing  left  to  say  to  you .  ❜ ❛  you’ll  never  know  all  the  ways  i  died  for  you .  ❜ ❛  ‘goodbye’  is  easy .  everything  after  that  is  the  hard  part .  ❜ ❛  even  though  you  turned  out  to  be  a  liar ,  within  me  grew  a  love  that  was  the  most  pure  &  honest  thing  i’ve  ever  known .  ❜ ❛  nothing  was  ever  easy ,  but  maybe  that’s  the  beauty  of  it .  ❜ ❛  i  am  everything  that  you  are  not .  ❜ ❛  love  is  a  necessary  tragedy .  ❜ ❛  there  are  people  who  don’t  want  you  to  heal .  ❜ ❛  remember :  you  are  not  their  prey .  ❜ ❛  you  have  more  power  than  you  know .  ❜ ❛  the  most  dangerous  thing  we  can  do  is  forget  how  to  feel .  ❜ ❛  you  will  be  safe  in  the  right  hands .  ❜ ❛  love  makes  us  immortal  in  the  hearts  of  others ,  but  mortal  in  our  fear  that  it  could  all  be  gone  someday .  ❜ ❛  we’re  only  haunted  by  the  things  we  refuse  to  accept .  ❜ ❛  we  are  not  born  broken .  ❜ ❛  time  will  either  heal  you  or  kill  you .  ❜

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“What does that mean?”
“It means you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

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pâmela tomé in  orgulho e paixão .