I’m really sorry.
But you make me feel trapped. In all honesty it isn’t you, its me. It doesn’t matter who I’m involved with and how long I’m involved with them, it always ends up this way, from hook ups to relationships. Every time this happens I feel trapped and I know it’s stupid because its just a high school relationship and in the end it really doesn’t matter but I can’t deal with the idea of being tied to someone because there is no way I want to go down with your ship or be attached to your views or have to hold your hand and answer to you. I want to answer to myself and only myself. I’m not yours you aren’t mine I don’t want to wear some freaking psychological dog collar with a ‘return to owner’ tag on it because I don’t belong to you.
Harrison Ford Won’t Answer Star Wars Questions [x]
OH MY GOD
Archetypes | JUDAS
A traitor is never just a traitor. He walks the field at night retracing his steps over and over until his feet bleed and his throat burns from the screaming. His betrayal is overwhelming, rippling out through his past and future until there is no end in sight, until the choice seems to have been all his life was ever meant to be. Could he have been so blind to his own evil nature, his own cruel lips, his base tongue, his own twisted soul? God roars through his dreams, the flames leap through his destiny, and always but always, he remembers the words of Jesus, as he gripped his face with a terrified fire in his dark eyes, and told him to do what he would do, and have it done quickly. Like it was scripture written onto his soul, Judas could not have done otherwise, consumed with a need that was never just for silver. It was too much, to be beloved of the son of God; it was always too much light to bear.
Like a dream, his lips ghost over and over the face of Jesus, giving the damning kiss, and silver falls through his hands, burns cold into his lips where the skin of the messiah he had loved was so warm. He desecrated his own soul that the children of God might be saved, he understands that now, but does not trust to the redemption it promises him, not when he is wracked with such a pain of remorse his bones ache and crack with it. Not when he cannot stop screaming out the name of Christ, his brother, like a prayer. He will die by his own hand, hanging in the field of blood with the word of God like love on his lips.
My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard. GRAVEyard hahaha enjoy that cyanide milkshake you piece of shit.
i’m terribly sorry sir, but for the last time, no, you can not pay us in stickers. i don’t care how many stickers you have. this is a high end restaurant. holy shit that is a lot of stickers. okay just give me those and you are free to go don’t tell anyone about this
It’s really cute when boys talk about their fears bc it makes them vulnerable and easier to destroy