Hunter : Mason K. Dragos

ㅤㅤㅤ cannibalism, n. 1. The only true form of possession: while love and friendship limit themselves to ephemeral words and gestures, ingestion ensures that the other lives eternally in your blood and marrow. ㅤㅤㅤ

Blood, my darling. Blood is the only form of love I know.

“It was as if they had known each other in a past life, their souls understanding that they shared a bond that could never be expressed through something as conventional as words.”

“I stop walking. It’s quite an effort, because walking’s one of the things I do best. Walking away without a glance over my shoulder at the misery and bloodshed i’ve left behind me.”

Even an angel like you, can’t make an angel out of me.

“Take out your Swiss Army knife and cut me here… just a little.” “Looks like somebody’s beat me to it. What did you say happened to your shoulder?” “A friend. I think he’d like Videodrome.” “You let somebody cut you?” “Uh-huh. What do you think? You wanna try a few things?”

Не думай, что сможешь превратить мою жизнь в ад — я и сам прекрасно умею это делать.

Sou metade agonia, metade esperança. Não se atreva a dizer que o homem esquece mais rápido do que a mulher, que seu amor morre mais cedo. Eu tenho amado somente você, mais ninguém. Injusto posso ter sido, fraco e ressentido também, mas nunca inconstante. Persuasão — Jane Austen

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”   — William Shakespeare, The Tempest