#god they look miserable#i adore everything#EVERYTHING#the way they both look right at the other when they say the words#no blinking or looking down#their eyes are filled with tears because this is a confession more than it’s a promise#always and always and always#long after they wanted to stop and get off the ride#it was never meant to be forever#but look at them now#miserable with all the time they have to feel this way#please ignore the babble#i have zero context for this#what is a season 4?#and what the fuck is a season 5?#but i will take this and hold it close to my heart#because: always#because these two want an illusion of happiness and safety but instead they get this#they get reality#an eternity of misery and love so thick they can’t breathe#i bet they’re each remembering a time when they could pretend this is what they wanted#it’s the best choice i ever made#otp: i’m smiling… me too#who they fuck do they think they’re kidding?
I may live in France, but I have the heart of a Scot.
she never got to go to prom and prove girls can be strong and wear a corsage; she never got to graduate high school and put on the silly cap and gown that symbolize moving on; she never got a collage acceptance letter in the mail and have all the hours of homework finally pay off.
she was a huntress; the girl who fell in love and ran with wolves; the girl who mastered the art of archery. she was the girl who didn’t tread the ordinary path toward womanhood.
Broken dreams and silent screams
We found a way to escape the day