At his side, as if you’ve always been there and always will.
we’ll end up on that bridge again someday.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
the baffled king composing hallelujah
I’m not going to kill you, sir…but I could stun your ass and drag you out of that chair.