distanttracesofbeauty:
revengefulspirit: … (Calm down.) This some sorta jealousy thing, little girl? All sad there’s no one in the world who could possibly love a freak like you? … Now it’s Dahlia herself snarling at the man in red. She says nothing, but there is so much hatred in those eyes of hers that she nearly surprises herself.
revengefulspirit:
… (Calm down.) This some sorta jealousy thing, little girl? All sad there’s no one in the world who could possibly love a freak like you?
…
(Calm down.)
This some sorta jealousy thing, little girl? All sad there’s no one in the world who could possibly love a freak like you?
Now it’s Dahlia herself snarling at the man in red. She says nothing, but there is so much hatred in those eyes of hers that she nearly surprises herself.
Don’t deal out what you can’t take, girly.
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever said this to you, but I really despise you.
Don’t you worry your pretty head over it, girly. I think I can live without the incredible excitement you bring me.
