Sofia

“I may not be able to feel you with my bare hands,” he goes on, voice getting huskier, “but I promise my tongue will know every single inch of your body. What it feels like, what it tastes like. What it sounds like when I make you moan. I bet it sounds like music.”
― Karina Halle, River of Shadows

“Suicide is a war of two fears—fear of death and fear of the thing that pushes you toward it. The stronger side always wins. And if you lose, the penalty is death.”
― Parker S. Huntington, Darling Venom

“It feels like shit to be alone. To be in a place full of people and feel like they don't want you there. To feel like you're at a party you weren't invited to. No one even knows your name. No one wants to. No one cares. Are they laughing at you? Talking about you? Are they sneering at you like their perfect world would be so much better if you weren't there, messing up their view?
Are they just wishing you'd get the hint already and leave?
I feel like that a lot. I know it's pathetic to want a place among other people, and I know you'll say it's better to stand in a crowd and be wrong, but... I still feel that need all the time. Do you ever feel it? I wonder if the cheerleader feels it. When the music stops and everyone goes home? When the day is gone and she doesn't have anyone to entertain herself with? When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there's no one else to play with?
I guess not. Narcissists don't have insecurities, right?
Must be nice.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Only you can wade through the chaos. I don’t understand your emotions, but I’ll grip you tightly as you tread those waters. I’ll pull you to the surface when you’re drowning in the madness. I’ll breathe the air into your lungs as you choke on the overwhelming death. You are a killer. I am a killer. We fight death. We create death. We are the same. I am not going anywhere.”
― A.R. Breck, Twisted Dares