Thoughts

To Start Off

     to start off i figured i'd put some quotes from a death note fanfiction i read. i cant remember for the life of me what it was called, i wish i could because it was THE FUCKING SHIT. i cried. if you know what it was called, tell me plez & thank.

Edit: I. FOUND. IT.
it's called ghosts in the machine on Fanfiction.net.

10/10 highly recommend. drop everything you're doing and go read it.
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The part of me that wants to kill you wants both of us dead. Sometimes.

and he says it like a threat, like a promise, like a declaration of love (tied with a bow of hatred)

I'm sick of missing feeling like a God. I'm sick of missing feeling human.

The stars used to mean something to me. That I would be among them. Sometimes I see you there, but most days all I see is blackness.

he counts the stars one by one (until he is satisfied that there will not be fewer if earth unravels)

I miss your fingers so badly I want to break them.

when we fucked for the first time, in that hotel room like nothing else existed, like our worlds weren't burning, like we weren't lighting them up to watch them.

Sometimes I tell myself it's because I was bored. It was because I was fascinated

I promise him nothing but beg for everything

"You're not afraid?"
"I try to be, but I can't. Not anymore."

"I feel I know exactly what I did to deserve someone like you. And I don't regret any of it."

gently as he hasn't since the first time, guiding their bodies together slowly, finding a rhythm that stops time for them both, if only for a moment

as if it will always be just us, as if we have a chance beyond tomorrow

For once, I don't want to think about it

I try for reassurance, though everything is chaos, and nothing could be more of a lie,

It reminds me of what I have to lose. Or what I've lost.

Plaster the sore and call it justice, but let it fester so that there will still be a game to play in a few months time.

the bitterness of a god admitting weakness

They stand that way for a long time (and yet never long enough).

The only thing I know is that I want us to meet again someday, if I could ever get there. And if I had the chance to keep it.

Thinking of you. Obviously

god and murderer and genius

He searches for words to describe the thoughts that he can't quite articulate

Come burn the world with me.

holds him until the color bleeds back into the world

Some days they have screaming matches over rainbow sprinkles in the kitchen sink, then laugh about it over tea

It's not all beautiful, and none of it is perfect, but none of it is boring.

torn between exasperation and fondness

most of the time, we begin to do right things for all the wrong reasons. Then, we begin to destroy each other for all the right reasons

"L touches him like a watchmaker, taking him apart piece by piece until Light doesn't know how he fit together without L's fingers in his hair, L's tongue on his back, L's mouth covering his own. He touches L back in dialogue, gently as he hasn't since the first time, guiding their bodies together slowly, finding a rhythm that stops time for them both, if only for a moment."