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Repost from nerd's club : ( ryan's ring ) 🦌
𖦹˚₊‧ Forward this and tell me your favorite song, and I’ll tell you which fictional book character you remind me of — romance, fantasy, and everything in between. 📖
I knew what I was doing was against the rules
But he was smiling so I knew it wasn't wrong
The rules were wrong
— Arya Stark
Those who fear the light
We're most likely to be hit
When we march out of the big black cave,
Chained ourselves into—
'Cause the light might not be welcoming.
For we've grown used to other things,
Even if it's dark.
What we see is not enough,
So we trust in what we've been told.
The cave might be a cage—
Might be a skull
Of a corpse, bigger than we know.
After all, in what history has shown,
We're quite the quarry, away from home.
Even if the home is what we've run from—
A forsaken,
Bleak, wretched, ominous.
But it was weathered with our presence,
Breathed with our lungs,
And haunted with our ghosts.
So if it's this much of a hard thing
To leave such dreadful home,
How heartwarming would it be
To belong to a home bathed in light,
Built in the land of freedom?
Shouldn't the thought of a sunlit haven
Make us tear away the memories
Of what once tore us apart?
And maybe you'll lose your armour,
Your arrow, your aegis,
'Cause to see your home from outside is difficult.
Not for it is dark and scary,
A dead man's head.
You know what's out there,
Deep in your heart.
You've thought of everything,
Even the unthinkable.
But thoughts are only odds,
And what is seen is a belief hard to believe.
But to fight is better
Than to die in a dead man's mind.
At last, we all become the haunt
Of the dead version of us.
By aurora
And I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did
But I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it
Now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes
And hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons
Even if I die screaming
And I hope you hear it
Repost from N/a
some of y'all are so obsessed with trends that there's literally nothing real or unique left about you
