VIRIDIS_QUO 🌱

i can wear any mask, say anything / chameleon bitch friend lover acquaintance crush / franksteined with bits and pieces of everyone i’ve ever known / you don’t know me (i don’t know me).

i have a bad feeling about this!

at best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go.

just a puppet on a lonely string / who would ever wanna be king?

i’m sorry. i guess some things…really are better left unsaid.

darling heart, i loved you from the start, but you'll never know what a fool i’ve been.

i’m sorry. i guess some things…really are better left unsaid.

i hate not being able to hold my lover's hand (except under some dimly lit table, afraid of being who i am).

i hate not being able to hold my lover's hand (except under some dimly lit table, afraid of being who i am).

the darkness in your heart is vast and deep—but if you can stare into it unflinching, you'll never know fear again.

a question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

i know we've seen a lot of sunsets, but today's puts them all to shame. if only things stayed like this.

where else could i go? who else could i love but you?

i heard a meteorite landed near tycoon. too bad it didn't land on my mother-in-law…

our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins; our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still.

i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

am i better off dead? am i better off a quitter?

eventually, even stars burn out.

do you even miss us? your bottle’s your mistress.

i’m out of time. even if i’m not ready...i have to make this choice.

i’m sorry. i guess some things…really are better left unsaid.

i love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

what’s heaven to a woman's love? what’s god to your wife?

our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins; our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still.

where else could i go? who else could i love but you?

i hope it's love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

i’ll be there as soon as i can, but i’m busy mending broken pieces of the life i had before you.

live well, my friend. live gloriously.

when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt i can't deny.