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.

CP