““It is a misconception that the innocent sleep well. The worse a man is, the more profound his slumber; for if he had a conscience, he would not be a villain.””
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She wore a thousand faces, all to hide her own.
“I try again and again to beautify things that harm me, romanticizing hate and colouring the darkness that surrounds me. In my attempts to reconcile my soul to ideas that tear me apart, I’m left in shreds.”
— tara love / so i pick up the shreds and toss them straight back into the fire