feel free to ask for the source but bear in mind: i have bad taste, so it might be from danganronpa fanfiction or something.

I know I did something horrible, but it's not like I can take it back! I was fifteen! I still have to live the entire rest of my life! What am I going to do?

I say some silly shit, then you call me an idiot, then we brush our teeth and go to sleep in the same bed.

I miss when we shared one beautiful horrific body. You and me and the sand, open blue skys and open blue sand. Pockets filled with shells and dirt. As the teeth washed ashore, we shoved them in our coat pocket. Our shared pocket, you and I, in unison.

i thought about a lot of things when i was in surgery. i thought about arctic winds blowing down from the north and i thought about melting ice caps and rising sea lines. i thought about each and every message in a bottle that no one finds, and i woke up after surgery crying

- Hey, if something ever troubles you, come talk to me about it first. No matter what, we’ll help each other. I want us to be friends like that. - Utena-sama… Actually, I… - What? - Nothing.

I don't know how to make people like me. First six months of school all I got was whispers. She's so weird. Brain damaged slut. Stupid bitch. I never figured out why. Now I hang out with some girls but they don't feel like friends. I don't know what a friend looks like.

You say you want professionalism? Bullshit! You want a mommy you can slide your dick in and out of!

We've been through a lot of intense situations and had some really physical experiences together that arose in the course of the mission, in the name of destiny and beating the game and that sort of thing. But I don't know how I'd react if our relationship ever became... sexual.

But of course it was your unpleasant, simplistic temperament that made you so easy to control. Vicious and predictable, like an insect. If you turn a swarm of wasps onto a crowd, the outcome is certain. You were in fact a waste of my talents. A primitive expedient.

The days I don't want to kill myself are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people in the streets waiting for their high fives and leaping, I mean *leaping*, when they see me. I am the sun-filled god of love. Or at least an optimistic under-secretary.

Fuck you all, and fuck me as well. Merry Christmas. Check your bathtub now.

I knelt up on the window-seat and put my arms round his shoulders. “Why do you say these things to me?” I said. “You know I love you more than anything in the world. There has never been anyone but you. You are my father and my brother and my son. All those things.”

JADE: like i get closer to my aspect, but further away from everyone i love, and further from... JADE: feeling like a person? JADE: its just a really empty feeling after a while JADE: empty like... JADE: space i guess JADE: heh

You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant. And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know who you are and stay true to that. So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how. By being me.

So let's conquer sadness with an ancient sword...

To be a child again, and easily forgiven! But I've done my fair share to weaken the envied innocent...

And I am healthy, I am whole. But I have poor impulse control.

Everyone needs to hear someone say, “Nobody else will do. It has to be you.” sometime in their lives, even if it only happens once. As long as you can feel sure those words were sincere, you can live through anything, no matter how painful. She’s seeking those words, too.

I know I did something horrible, but it's not like I can take it back! I was fifteen! I still have to live the entire rest of my life! What am I going to do?

For human grossly underqualified, for canine grossly overqualified.