"But how could you live and have no story to tell?"
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ — Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights ۶ৎ
He has achieved it—acceptance, not only from society, but from himself!
His unfinished symphony finally, and fully realized; but horror struck when we realized, he gave up his soul to earn this—& so he died, forever believing he never belonged."
He has achieved it—acceptance, not only from society, but from himself!
His unfinished symphony finally, and fully realized; but horror struck when we realized, he gave up his soul to earn this—& so he died, forever believing he never belonged."
Even if you were to list me every single imperfection you hold and every vile sin you've commited— I'll continue to love you all the same, for I'm enamord by you not because I must,
but because I choose to.
Even if you were to list me every single imperfection you hold and every vile sin you've commited— I'll continue to love you all the same, for I'm enamord by you not because I must,
but because I choose to.
& firmly Held my Hand:
in this situation, I would usually get this parasite off of me
as soon as humanly possible,
but—now I'm wishing it lasted longer.
Why do I feel this way? "
& firmly Held my Hand:
in this situation, I would usually get this parasite off of me
as soon as humanly possible,
but—now I'm wishing it lasted longer.
Why do I feel this way? "
we were both looking in the same direction. "
we were both looking in the same direction. "