no beast is more savage than man.

when did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow?

there is a monster inside me. i will nourish it.

you want to die for love, you always have.

"we love eatin' what's soft," his father said,

merry christmas emos

hey, listen to me. we're gonna patch you up, okay? you'll be good as new. i'm gonna take care of you. i've got you. that's my job, right? watch out for my pain—in—the—ass little brother?

had i not seen the sun,

you and i both know the road to salvation does not exist. there is no trace of tomorrow.

your little brother never tells you, but he loves you so.

i did not ask to be this hideous creature of cracked skin and snarling voice. this prison of flesh is the only thing you ever gave me, so i will wear it until you regret that you created it.

i can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being

he wants to be tender and merciful. (that sounds overly valorous.) sounds like penance

i dreamed of a scorched earth.

you are so brave and quiet i forget you are suffering.

we  had  been  silent.  we  were  fourteen,  and  these  things  were  too  hard  for  us.  now  that  we  are  twenty—seven,  they  still  feel  too  hard.

you will die the hero. you don't get another choice.

is it better to out-monster the monster or be quietly devoured?

this is the way the world ends. not with a bang, but a whimper.

ugly angels spoke to me. the blame, i heard them say, was mine.