It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. It’s like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down through the air and there’s a sickly moment of dark surprise.
"90% of your body is water. 6% is delusion. 4% is lies."
Hello can she be my knight please?
Viola from Twelfth Night, obviously.
I will dedicate myself, I will not rest until I desolate your heart.
Nancy Sinatra // Bang Bang
Now he’s gone I don’t know why
And till this day some times I cry
He didn’t even say goodbye
He didn’t take the time to lie
crushed that it’d be around $2,000 for just me alone to go to disneyworld/ universal studios.
(aka don’t give me access to expedia.com/ my hopes and dreams)