My heart will be blacker than your eyes, when I’m...through with you

tell me what you find when you read my mind.

charlotte roth     part ( 2 / ∞ )

charlotte roth      part ( 1 / ∞ )

Sole Survivor: Clara Jones

Casca had to stifle a laugh, the sheer brevity of the situation making her light-headed. Here was this man, pretending to be her long dead son, talking about corruption. She wasn’t a child to bad parents anymore. She wasn’t a housewife to a bad husband anymore. Casca had no role to play, and she wasn’t about to conform to the role of mother to this wayward scholar. She was corrupted, but in a delicious way – no one would want her anymore after this. And she was fine with it being that way.

here’s your headline: “local woman says no!”

i like to travel alone.