moncheles:

‘I miss you’

jamiemoriartys:

^{Orange?” He seems unconvinced. “Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.” “Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.” But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry. (ic: x x x x)}

jackfalaheessssssss-deactivated:

_{LOSE YOUR M I N D}

walkingdixon:

_{Where is she?}

unlikely-alliance:

You killed again and I am sorry that I was the one to put you in the position where you had to make that kind of choice.

“And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.” — Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You  (via thatkindofwoman)

mockingjayupdates:

_{“What is something that people would be surprised to learn about Josh?”}