‘ do you forgive yourself? ‘
no. next question.
‘ do you forgive yourself? ‘
no. next question.
I’ll reach out a hand as many times as it take.
You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies.
But if you think you can, I’ll get on your case.
I can’t force you to accept your second chance. But I can at least guarantee you’ll be restarting on the right foot.
Even past forgivable, you can still atone.
There’s sympathy even in my anger.
“Nobody asked you to be a hero.” Yet nobody else appeared when we needed one.
If we’re all doomed regardless, I will at least die spitting in the enemy’s face.
One who has forsaken emotion cannot hope to win a world ruled by it.
Try as you might, I’ll be standing my ground.
Try as you might, I’ll be in your way.
Try as you might, justice prevails.
Don’t remember me as a messiah.
Don’t erect statues and plaques.
All I did was want us to live.
I am going to kick your sorry butt into redemption.
Might as well make a show of it.
it won’t work. consider the following: i’m a dumbass
resolve is stronger than guilt; reparations stronger than apologies.
I want to kiss the blood from your mouth and replace it with stardust
You breathe warmth into long-dead places. Your voice is the spark that lights furnaces, and your smile can drown out the sun with no competition.
Feel the slap of pavement on your soles as you sprint headlong into danger. Do you run into danger to save them or to save yourself?