james ;~;

Please, come in. The world is louder than it’s ever been, and your lips make it all seem distant. Your arms make it all seem harmless. I’ve never been good at opening my door to people as genuine as you, but please, come in. Seek refuge in my arms, while I find peace in your eyes. Wrap me up in that thoughtful stare of yours and let me watch your mind run wild. There is calmness in you and I, so please, come in. Stay a while.
—  hella-james 

I have no idea where this whole Heathers spike is coming from but it seems everywhere there’s a Hamilton obsession there’s a Heathers obsession holding its hand and I fucking love it.

until the very end. 

it is a phrase whispered into the hands of lovers, into shoulders, into embraces and cuddles and love. it is a promise, an oath, a vow of protection and loyalty and bravery, binding a tousled dark head to a vibrant red.

until the very end. 

it is a man roaring, “lily, take harry and go!” it is the raising of a wand, the scrambling of feet, the wail of a child, a green flash. it is the thud of a body as it hits the ground, the clattering of glasses against the floor.

until the very end. 

it is a son, standing in the woods, facing Death. it is a father, addressing his child from the other side of a precipice, murmuring assurances to a new set of green eyes, a pledge he will not break–not this time. it is unbearable fear and pounding grief and bursting pride. 

until the very end. 

it is a hero, emerging from the ashes; a phoenix, reborn. it is the triumph of a battle won, the defeat of a madman, the breaking of a spell. it is the fulfillment of a wish, a promise, a vow born of love and bound by love.

until the very end.