She stroked my hair. ‘I want you to come to me without a past. Those lines you’ve learned, forget them. Forget that you’ve been here before in other bedrooms in other places. Come to me new. Never say you love me until that day when you have proved it.’
— Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson
The world is so ugly, or perhaps I've lost the means to see at all?
How... How pitiful.
Makes me wish to go with a bang.
Bang bang. Haha.
But you won't allow that, will you... you won't let this happen, will you?