"In the morning I would just lie there and I couldn’t wait to just go out and hang out with my friends, but with you.. I was already with a friend.”
This is… all of this… it’s too much for me.
c a n y o u h e a r m e ?
Sometimes, the best book has the d u s t i e s t jacket…
What will happen when they grow too large for the pit? Will they turn on one another with flame and claw? Will they grow wan and weak, with withered flanks and shrunken wings? Will their fires go out before the end? What sort of mother lets her children rot in darkness? (x)
And the cry goes out
They lose their minds for us
And how it plays out
Now we’re in the ring
And we’re coming for blood