Her calluses are also your calluses

"I have no patience for characters that are one dimensional. The world we live in is not black and white, it’s not even gray, it’s color. The characters I’m drawn to generally are existentialist thinkers struggling to know their place in a flawed and magnificent world." [x]

"I have no patience for characters that are one dimensional. The world we live in is not black and white, it’s not even gray, it’s color. The characters I’m drawn to generally are existentialist thinkers struggling to know their place in a flawed and magnificent world." [x]

queenausten:

my favourite relationships ★ simon and river (firefly)

i got a few letters at first but then i didn’t hear for months. finally i got a letter that made no sense. she talked about things that never happened, jokes that we never.. it was code. it just said… “they’re hurting us. get me out.

"I didn’t think you’d come for me." / "Well, you’re a dummy."

"You gave up everything you had-" / "Everything I have is right here."

"She was more than gifted, she was.. a gift.

"You take care of me. You’ve always taken care of me. My turn."

sulietsexual:

Belle French Appreciation Week | Day 3

Favourite Relationship - Belle/Neal

Lost re-watch | 2x11 | The Hunting Party

"Does any of this look familiar from when you were coming back?"

"Well, yeah, here’s my favorite leaf! How could I forget this place?"

"I’m an open book.

I tell you everything

Every damn embarrassing thing.

You don’t trust me.”

~

"Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating."

elisabethhewer:

grimm | e.h. 

Here’s the fairytale i don’t
want to tell: it’s you,
you’re in some tall tower
trying to breathe fire
and claw your way to freedom
but the dragon in this story
is just a dragon, not a prince
or friend or metaphor,
and the crown on your head
is weighing you down
sinking you into a lake
to drown you quietly.
coughing up smoke doesn’t count,
little princess.
There are killers and the killed
we have our parts to play
and a stage all set.
exit through the audience,
all their fur on fire.

elisabeth hewer

elisabethhewer:

grimm | e.h. 

Here’s the fairytale i don’t

want to tell: it’s you,

you’re in some tall tower

trying to breathe fire

and claw your way to freedom

but the dragon in this story

is just a dragon, not a prince

or friend or metaphor,

and the crown on your head

is weighing you down

sinking you into a lake

to drown you quietly.

coughing up smoke doesn’t count,

little princess.

There are killers and the killed

we have our parts to play

and a stage all set.

exit through the audience,

all their fur on fire.

elisabeth hewer