He’s immortal. He can be trapped. He can be chased away, although it boggles my mind to think about what might make him run. But he can’t be killed.
your armor of skin,
I want to see your
I want to know you.
Okay, here’s the deal. I brought water and stuff to bandage you up with, but I’m not really cool with coming over there by you unless you give me your word you won’t try anything I’m not gonna like.
Every time you show your feelings, you apologise. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of?
We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.