“Name one hero who was happy.“ I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason’s children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus’ back. “You can’t.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward. “I can’t.” “I know. They never let you be famous AND happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.” “Tell me.” I loved it when he was like this. “I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.” “I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
“All the clouds were glowing like roses and gold, and in the middle of the pale pink sky the evening star shone bright and beautiful.” — Hans Christian Andersen
take me to church is still an amazing song. btw. if you wanted to know
no but literally. she tells me worship in the bedroom. the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. i was born sick but i love it. command me to be well. if you’re even listening
