You’ve never been unkind, and yet you still owe someone an apology.
This is how the world works: you promise to be good… and still wake up with blood on your hands.

And maybe… that’s what love really is.

I fell on the sword right there in front of everyone, forgetting that blood is nothing new to most eyes.
I forgave all my monsters, and yet their guilt still overflowed.
I’ve looked at myself in the mirror, pinched myself awake, but the voice in my head keeps whispering: Am I real?

Why does everyone suddenly think they’re hosting a TED Talk from their car? If your mic’s bigger than your message, maybe just… don’t.

Care because it could be you one day’ is just selfishness with better PR. If you need the threat of suffering to feel empathy, you’re the reason the world feels this cold.

Guess someone’s taking ‘hunter of the year’ very seriously and the rabbit didn’t even get a participation trophy.

They’re collaborators by convenience. Evil doesn’t need soldiers when apathy is doing the job.