Tag: fw/hg

whispcr:

“when he kisses her
he is begging, pulling, pleading
he is asking her to accept every bruise, cut, scar— every dark secret she will never know— everything about himself he cannot quite accept yet.
but when she kisses him
she is giving, she is promising
she is telling him that, despite all the scars, bruises, cuts— all the secrets she may never know—
that she still loves him, even when he cannot love himself.”

— that is the essence of tragedy. | E.C.A. (via alleyspat)

It’s so obvious that you’re in love with him,“ he says to me, “you don’t call him on every mistake he makes, which must be so difficult for you to do considering sarcastic comments are a natural reflex to you. You actually compliment him, something you rarely do, and you wait for him. You will wait for him to give you his attention, and you are the most impatient person I have ever met. All of that bitterness that you hold on to, you let go of it when you’re with him, you let yourself laugh and smile, and you have a good time.” A small grin spread across his face, “I don’t know what he does to you, but I know it scares you.

(via neverlandswriter)