I miss everything about you
All we are is dust in the wind
Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship.
Surely you must know that what you do is exemplary
“So what’s it gonna be? Going… or staying?”
Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious.
requested by broken—melody
Will you miss me
When there’s nothing to see
(…) “And I fear for you, too.”
“No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Welcome to the last 900 years of my life
I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.
I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own.
Are you there?
Is it too late,
Do you still care?
And it hurts so bad
That I search my skin
For the entry point
When love went in
And bounced around
And left a hole when you walked out
I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
Welcome to the City of Bones