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Dean figures: sometimes, not remembering is a relief. He can’t— so he doesn’t. He can’t, so he doesn’t. He can’t, so he doesn’t, and the gaunt of his cheeks start to fill in again, sallow hollows under his eyes less like bruises every week.
a happy place to dream about ch 10
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Somebody plz tell Schwab to share those REALLY PRETTY lines in whatever way because I'd like to see them.
I don't about others but I needed this to be in the books and it wasn't and I felt so damn disappointed like...? I was so curious who says this (Kell or Lila—I was betting on it being Lila) and then nope, there's nothing like this
“You will live forever in me
Breathing deeply, within me.”
— With You, Jimin and Ha Sung Yoon.
“love is a vast word.” he says, doubtful. and without a second to let his words hang in the air, she says, “and somehow exploring its vastness is the greatest adventure i could ever embark on.”
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Mother Nature... Sometimes you blow me away with your lines!
line that i dont have a fic to put it in so im gonna leave this here
falling for someone is like stumbling in the dark, grasping for anything to hold onto. but falling for him? it’s holding his hand while walking in the darkness, trusting him to catch me as i fall.
ok bye
me cheesily describing how spencer reid is my comfort character ~
he’s when you run your fingers as you flip through the pages of an old book, and you smell the deep, dark, earthy tone of the paper. he’s when you stare at a blank canvas and run your fingers on it, focusing on the texture of the paper under your fingertips. he’s the echo of an empty museum, the silence being the perfect accompaniment to any thought. he’s the obliviousness of when you’re playing in the rain, and all you think about is how the drops feel on your skin and the laughter that plays in the open air. he’s the crackle and light of a humble fireplace, its soft, dancing light humming you to sleep. he’s hugging your best friend after far too long apart.
