“I can fix her.” I can’t. I can follow her around like a lost dog and look surprised and slightly disappointed when she commits crimes, though.
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Feeling sick in the head tonight, folks (positive connotation)
Sometimes, After class 77B had returned from despair, Kazuichi felt terribly alone.
All of them, he knew–he assumed– regretted what they’d done. Who they had been. We’re disgusted by themselves.
So was he. Most of the time.
But sometimes the past overwhelmed him with dark intoxication.
Sometimes he missed the blood.
The smell of copper, and sweat, and terror.
The begging, and the screaming.
The feeling of a body breaking underneath him. The sick, sharp crack of bones.
Most of the time thinking about the past made Kazuichi feel sick to his stomach.
But sometimes it got him hard.
I didn’t choose to fall in love with every snarky and rude academically inclined character I come across; they put on a long coat and went on about history or architecture or latin and I was powerless to resist them
““There’s something better than killing the one you love,“ I said. “Something better?” “Killing with the one you love.””
— Glen Duncan