The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.
I had a panic attack yesterday night and went out at 3am in the morning, drove to the sea and slept in the car. I woke up to this.
I knew someone, and he believed that the truth is something you don’t have to lie about.
lily collins for marie claire uk / october, 2014
"…my life, for the most part, has been very stale and colorless. Dead, I mean. The world has always been an empty place to me. I was incapable of enjoying even the simplest things. I felt dead in everything I did.’ He brushed the dirt from his hands. ‘But then it changed,’ he said. ‘The night I killed that man."
Sam with #PocketJamie (x)
the secret history meme: [3/4] places
↳ Francis’ country house
If I had grown up in that house I couldn’t have loved it more, couldn’t have been more familiar with the creak of the swing, or the pattern of the clematis vines on the trellis, or the velvety swell of land as it faded to gray on the horizon, and the strip of highway visible – just barely – in the hills, beyond the trees.
❝ Here is the handful of shadow I have brought back to you: this decay, this hope, this mouthful of dirt, this poetry.❞
*prays that I instantly become hot at 18*
*ok let’s shoot for 21*
ye wouldna expect me to be less bold than a wee sassenach lassie, now would ye?