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Jemma, 18 years old.

Multifandom. This blog is a mess right now. not sorry

“The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see - the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.”

― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

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Hot damn, Gallagher. I oughta piss you off more often.

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It doesn’t matter who you were. What you were doing before the turn, it doesn’t matter. Hasn’t mattered for a long time.

AI

"They’re our friends, they helped save us"

"Yeah. Now they’re friends of ours."


Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

So long as you harbor foolish notions of bringing back the dead, so long as you live in the past, you’ll never find your future.