What is It?
It is fine. Everything is fine!
It is Mine.
Ivan the Terrible and his Son Ivan, 1885
All Heaven’s things, they did get in my way.. and the sadness that they bring.
What could I do?
It hurts me still, with eyes tearing for what I have no more.
I miss the red sky, I miss the cold breeze.
I want to feel warm.
Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.
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| — | Oscar Wilde (via cite-belle) |
Virgilio Tojetti (1859-1901) - Cherubs
Where once was light, now darkness falls.
These tears we cry are falling rain.
How do you dare to claim you remember nothing about how you made me suffer for all those years?
I barely ever spoke as a child. I was always secluded. Only in my imagination I found relief.
I love you unconditionally, yes, but I still hate you with a passion.
To this day, I still cannot watch that leather whip without my body shaking in a bitter mixture of pain and fear and eyes thickly tearing up.
You made me wicked.
