Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

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"i want to find love." she admitted." he prompted. she glared at him through her long, unkept frindge "but my hair smells of war and my eyes gleam of betrayal" she snarled.

klaudia // xxi // intj history student who wants to be a writer; with morbid longing for aesthetics, blood, gold and beautiful words.

"What happened?" he asked, examining the scratched marks on his collarbones. "It's nothing," he waved him off.