dramatisecho:

“All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.”

hearthevoicessay:

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

- Neil Gaiman

doeskinandpetals:

You won’t love me when you’re finished…

consultingly:

John Hamish Watson

dramatisecho:

sherlock holmes.

esgaroths:

you’re not haunted by the war

foxsmvlder:

You barely are blinking, wagging your face around.
When did this just become a mortal home?
Won’t let you talk me,
Won’t let you talk me down.
Will pull it taut, nothing let out.

queerdraco:

And my body’s weak
I feel my heart giving up on me

foxsmvlder:

You. What have I ever done? Hmm? My whole life, to deserve you.

episkeyss:

with you i’m never afraid

dramatisecho:

beside you