


Wear your armor. Whether it’s makeup, a band t-shirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see, like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”. Wear your armor and kick ass !

"He doesn’t think being good will earn him anything, but he still does it, because he still thinks good is better than bad, whether it gives him something in return or not. I don’t know if that’s coming out right. I’m trying to think of an analogy. Maybe…someone who paints the most beautiful pictures, putting all his effort into it, though he is surrounded by blind people. There’s no return for his work, but he thinks it’s worth doing anyway. I think it’s almost a higher form of goodness—to do good for its own sake, expecting nothing in return."



Bring them all back to life. Be the one they need. Awake their fragile souls, protect their tiny hearts. You are the healer, you are the one. Please, go and save them from who they are. Take them away from the monsters inside. They are waiting for you with their heavy minds and their bloody legs, waiting for light and waiting for peace, somewhere in the cold skies, somewhere in the dark clouds. Please, open the doors ; please, open this world to another reality. The graveyard and its ghosts, spirits and miracles, the pyre and its flames, burning their desires, they fall into ashes and they never come back, they all turn into dust and they cover their tracks. They chase what they can’t be, they use these huge bodies to feel human again ; haunting your memory, lying under your skin, and running through your veins. They hide in the shadows, they suffocate and cry, you don’t even hear them, you don’t even know why, but they are calling you. Fighting against darkness, screaming at the top of their lungs. Howling. Craving for love. Longing for peace. Look at them ! See them ! Please. Please. Set them free. Guide them ; they all deserve to go to Heaven. Help them cross the deep waters of Hell. Never surrender. Never give up. Demons can become angels, I swear. Oh God, teach them what's right... bring them all back to life.