“It was a long and dark december, clearly I remember……”
Violet Hill by Coldplay
Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of? Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I’m getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you’re gonna let me in, I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
(via thisasian)
His face, gray with dying and ash, seems to be receding. But his next words are an order.
(via everlarkacy)
6/2/2012
May the odds be ever in your favour
6/2/2012
“Prim, let go,” I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don’t want to cry.
(via thehangingmockingjay)
Here’s some advice
