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You make it sound so easy to be alive. But tell me, how am I supposed to seize this day when everything inside me has died?” My reply: “Trust me, girl. I know your legs are pleading to leap. But I offer you this easy choice, instead of dying, living with me.” Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion of self conclusion in one simplified motion. You see, the trick is that you’re never supposed to act on it, no matter how unbearable this misery gets. I would be lying if I said that things would never get rough. And all this cliche motivation, it could never be enough. I could stand here all night trying to convince you, but what good would that do? My offer stands, and you must choose. “All right, you win, but I only give you one night to prove yourself to be better than my attempt at flight. I swear to God, if you hurt me, I will leap. I will toss myself from these very cliffs, and you’ll never see it coming.” “Settle, precious, I know what you’re going through. Just ten minutes before you got here, I was going to jump, too.