#vclor

                 she's learned to embrace her fears around link , learned that they don't make her weak , they make her careful . fears force her to think about her actions , think about consequences , about how she may be destroying or bettering lives ... especially her own . she's spent a century blaming herself , questioning her abilities , trying to pretend that she's stronger , braver , than she really is . she hasn't let her guard down in so long that she's almost forgotten how . but with him , she finds it easier .

meme; it’s sam timestatus; accepting

                               sam eyes of the legs crossed over his own.                                his tongue pokes out, wetting the surface of                               sam’s lips. words form before he swallows                               them & leans his head back. he was familiar                                     with the  s o l i d e r s  inability to sleep.

it makes her smile. it makes her happy. eliza was still coming to learn what that really meant. and it’s kind of scary, because for twenty years it was something she didn’t truly UNDERSTAND. it was popularity and not being the one to eat lunch in the bathroom, or standing up, just so you didn’t have to sit alone. happiness was equated to physical and tangible ;; if someone WANTED you, it meant you were happy, right? 

and how do you tell someone happy is as hollow as a sea-soaked cave that only fills when the tide decides to stroll in? how do you tell someone happy is just a WORD you’ve assigned to certain objects: clothes, makeup, money. coffee, food, makeup. a lot of followers, playing pretend. 

how do you tell someone that happy was MEANINGLESS as a child, that of course there were days––––pillow fights with your sister, banana sundaes, a sunset you had to watch alone, but it was still beautiful. you were alone but you were still beautiful. 

she’s trying, she’s trying. 

LMAO I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS U THATS EHY

LMFAO