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random quotes i find online || dd:dne 🪦🕊️ || posts every 30 minutes.
I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone, I am safer alone, I am safer alone”.
November 29, 2025 at 3:43 AM
I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone, I am safer alone, I am safer alone”.
I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes.
November 29, 2025 at 3:11 AM
I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes.
The thinning line between you and my sanity is quickly fading.
November 29, 2025 at 2:38 AM
The thinning line between you and my sanity is quickly fading.
Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
November 29, 2025 at 1:59 AM
Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.
And this grief that has no release— grows inward, rooting into my spine.
November 29, 2025 at 1:24 AM
And this grief that has no release— grows inward, rooting into my spine.
When the night falls, my heart calls for love and devotion.
November 29, 2025 at 12:47 AM
When the night falls, my heart calls for love and devotion.
When the night falls, my heart calls for love and devotion.
November 29, 2025 at 12:12 AM
When the night falls, my heart calls for love and devotion.
… You loved me, did you not?
November 28, 2025 at 11:34 PM
… You loved me, did you not?
It sounds weird, but don’t drift apart from me.
November 28, 2025 at 10:54 PM
It sounds weird, but don’t drift apart from me.
I once believed that we had a future, now I’m afraid that I am not so sure.
November 28, 2025 at 10:19 PM
I once believed that we had a future, now I’m afraid that I am not so sure.
because he genuinely believes he’s good for nothing but dying.
November 28, 2025 at 9:39 PM
because he genuinely believes he’s good for nothing but dying.
Without a compass, the solider knows no disgrace.
November 28, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Without a compass, the solider knows no disgrace.
I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre.
November 28, 2025 at 8:22 PM
I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre.
I’ve carved my own path, you followed your wrath, but maybe we’re both the same?
November 28, 2025 at 7:46 PM
I’ve carved my own path, you followed your wrath, but maybe we’re both the same?
I want you to be mine. Selfishly, thoughtlessly, mine.
November 28, 2025 at 7:11 PM
I want you to be mine. Selfishly, thoughtlessly, mine.
You will never be clean from sin. Rotten children don’t deserve heaven. There is no god who could give you your purity back.
November 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
You will never be clean from sin. Rotten children don’t deserve heaven. There is no god who could give you your purity back.
Life is all about resolve. Outcome is secondary. It is resolve that determines the value of your life.
November 28, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Life is all about resolve. Outcome is secondary. It is resolve that determines the value of your life.
You were destined for me. Perhaps as punishment.
November 28, 2025 at 5:27 PM
You were destined for me. Perhaps as punishment.
I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive.
November 28, 2025 at 4:53 PM
I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive.
And know for the love of god you need to suffer, because there is a god who demands to be bled for.
November 28, 2025 at 4:19 PM
And know for the love of god you need to suffer, because there is a god who demands to be bled for.
How will I be alright when I’m dead inside?
November 28, 2025 at 3:45 PM
How will I be alright when I’m dead inside?
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart, you’ll never be deceived.
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 PM
I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart, you’ll never be deceived.
To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.
November 28, 2025 at 2:35 PM
To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked.
And all I can do is hope that when you close your eyes your mind is filled with thoughts of me and all that we could’ve been.
November 28, 2025 at 2:03 PM
And all I can do is hope that when you close your eyes your mind is filled with thoughts of me and all that we could’ve been.
The summer approaches from the coolness of spring. I think of little else but you. Maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it wasn’t true, but I still think of little else but you.
November 28, 2025 at 1:29 PM
The summer approaches from the coolness of spring. I think of little else but you. Maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it wasn’t true, but I still think of little else but you.