jjelleid

In order to relearn love, Ethan had to unlearn guilt first. He had to unlearn wrath and accept gentleness. He had to let go of his fisting palm and embrace your open one instead.
          
          Years had molded Ethan in ways he never dreamt were possible. Restructured him repeatedly only to melt him into another shape by the next season. Everything was temporary. The love. The settlement. The contentment.
          
          The marriage. The parenting. The belonging.
          Things that were lifelong promises to other people, were only something he can touch but never quite grasp on. Everything in Ethan Winters' life was temporary. The joy, but so was the sorrow.

don't leave. I can't let you

Lots of XOXO

fighting my way up to your tongue so I can die upon it. And show you what it really means to need somebody—beyond their body

this time...it can be different...it has to

saying carlos' name with a soft sigh like he's a comforting thought

Woke up at 3 a.m drenched in sweat after having a dream about my dead grandpa kissing my hand and telling me I'm a good person at heart I could change. This damage is so irreparable

When you hyperfixate on a piece of media so badly you lose all sense of reality

And it's so hard
          And it's cold here
          And I'm tired...of taking orders

اه يا قلبي يا مجدي يعقوب انت، طبعا رح تلحقي ٤٠ محاضرة ب٦ ايام طبعاااا