But you know what hurt more? More than my old man, more than his criticism and things that he used to say? I was telling myself them things too. Telling myself that I was dirty. That who I was, was wrong.
You don’t have to do this.
pray for me, if you want to. pray for me, if you care.
pray for me, if you want to. pray for me, if you dare.
pray for me, if you want to. pray for me, if you care!
pray for me, if you want to. pray for me, you fucker, if you fucking dare!
villaneve + “misery loves company” by emilie autumn
That what you did in the war, is it? Killed people. I killed people too. Funny story of my own, actually. I rose from the dead, and then after that, I ripped people apart. Okay, maybe it’s not that funny but you can sit there and listen to it anyway like we did with you.
that’s why i’ve got to protect you. ‘cause your world is warm and soft and everything in it is good. […] i dont love you and i dont want your love. yes, you do. yes, you do. i know you do. that’s what happens in your world but never in mine. never in mine.