#callowaydaily

“You are your own anchor. Do you want to keep burning or are you going to let yourself rise?” No more dragging myself down. I’m finally ready to rise.

And then we end– we end where we started. Just us. All six of us.

There’s something about Lily that makes all the terrible parts of me seem irrelevant. That makes a bad day momentary and a good one infinite.

Happy Birthday, Lily Calloway // “I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”

Every moment is wild, even the quite ones | Happy birthday @cressworthy

cheekbones that cut like ice. eyes like liquid scotch. he’s much more than an alcoholic beverage, and he knows it. 

A l l  six of us.

Many chips had to fall in perfect place for this moment, not just us sharing a bowl of cereal, staring intently at each other, or Sulli cooing by our sides. Many facets had to go right for something simpler. All three of us, together, existing in the world at the exact same time. It could have been fantasy. While I love the idea of swimming with mermaids, climbing aboard a pirate ship, being the last beings on Earth—there is nothing better than my reality. I can’t think of a greater, more magnificent adventure. Than this one.