you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

a person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn & not easily mended

& how quickly the dead faded into each other.

& may the odds be ever in your favor.

Admit it: you don’t believe in one reality anymore. So choose. Choose to be here. Choose me.

did you ever have to find a way to survive & you knew your choices were bad, but you had to survive?

but I’m glad I’m not one of those actresses who is just so ready to open up for everyone.