It Only Takes A Little Push To Pull On Through.

Great. We’re all bloody inspired.

his white shirts and his wild hair make you think of rumpled sheets and late nights and sloppy kisses and he has a grip that’s firm but careless, because he loves you, but not “Till death do us part” he has sleepy eyes and a mouth stuffed with careful words to the point where he’s choking but it doesn’t matter because he’s half asleep, just floating through life, while you’re hunched over trying to carry all his responsibilities  but he knows how to whisper bitter words to you that sound like a verse from Shakespeare’s lost play about a girl falling for a boy who had the moon in his eyes and the weight of the Earth on his shoulders

Thank you to fic writers for telling the stories that canon didn’t tell.