i'd kill you for myself

A cocky smile is returned, and he opens up his arms for her to step into it. “Not gonna give me a hug, sweetheart?” 

                    "darling, how I've missed being in your presence."

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Ralph Waldo Emerson (via psych-facts)

[I don’t like posting long, out-of-character things on here, but I figured this would be helpful for those of you who are affected by this confusing new update.]

❝ Ah…Hello, Miss…Barma, ❞ Quickly remembering, ❝ You’re one of Jack’s…acquaintances, are you not? ❞ 

        ♔ ー ❝why, good morning, Lord Baskerville.❞ he is drenched in an awkward, albeit almost graceful beauty, and his voice, so velvety & coated in altruistic bravado, causes nothing short of a rosey tinge to Miranda’s cheeks. ❝Indeed, that would surely be me! To say you are his best friend, would that be correct?❞ 

Many times has he heard that title, it was one the demanded much of its wearer. His octave began low, and stayed there to  keep an authoritative tone. Demeanor ever a constant melancholic dull.  ❝ I would consider him very close to me. ❞ 

        ー ❝our dear Jack very much cherishes youー and, was it.. Lacie?❞ A beat. ❝He loves you very much, perhaps more than anyone could devise..He’s wonderful company, might I add.❞

❝ Ah…Hello, Miss…Barma, ❞ Quickly remembering, ❝ You’re one of Jack’s…acquaintances, are you not? ❞ 

        ♔ ー ❝why, good morning, Lord Baskerville.❞ he is drenched in an awkward, albeit almost graceful beauty, and his voice, so velvety & coated in altruistic bravado, causes nothing short of a rosey tinge to Miranda's cheeks. ❝Indeed, that would surely be me! To say you are his best friend, would that be correct?❞