now-he's-gone

The hard-won intimacy of the night before didn’t fade with the coming dawn. I worried that it might. It had on our wedding night, until we’d touched and gotten acclimated to each other again.

But here, in this place, with barely enough room for the two - no three, of us, the intimacy stayed. We were one again, if not quite yet whole. We’d shared the same bed many nights since Wentworth, but not sharing a life. Two ships passing in the night.

That was gone now. He was once again blood of my blood and bone of my bone. His fingers gently caressed my back in the same way he soothed the horses at Castle Leoch. I could feel his warm, soft lips on my forehead. I wondered if he was thinking the same things I was. Wondered if he finally felt more of himself back together now that we’d found each other again.

“I love you,” I whispered into the still morning.

I felt the smile in his lips.

“And I love you, my Sassanach.”

I feel so fucking bad over it ? Like, my empathy is off the fucking charts now.
He was so talented in mock trial and writing, he was an incredible writer, speaker and actor along with it.
In our college class we were the only ones who were going to art school, he wanted to be a writer, and now he’s just gone and it’s hard to comprehend
This is like easter with Emma
Fuck

And he’s everywhere on Facebook and I can’t unfollow everyone and I’m fine until I remember and it’s starting to eat me up and hit me harder than it has until now. I’m so scared. I’m so confused. I just want to hide. And I’m always so scared of being that mentaller who can’t deal with it but it was so sudden. He was the one I talked to most. We baked a goddamn cake together two weeks ago. Now he’s just gone. I feel like someone pulled a mat from under my feet and dug out my stomach while I was on the ground.
I’m scared to do anything crazy because I don’t want to mess up any chance of being friends with him again and I don’t want him to think that I can’t handle this. I don’t want anyone to think I’m crazy. I’m not crazy.
I’m going for a long walk.

Reigns and Rollins sitting in a tree~ K-I-S-S-I-N-G~!!!

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@padfo0trolleigns my Rolleigns buddy~ <3

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MICHAEL TAKING HIS EYEBROW PIERCING OUT HAS GOT ME FEELING SO MANY THINGS

spoiler: happy is not one of them

I always say I’m over my boyfriend. I even believe it myself… But I still break because I do miss him. He was my best friend and now he’s gone. Am I weak for still missing him and still crying?
—  Posted by Anonymous

Max, Border Collie (5 y/o), Governors Island, New York, NY • Max and his handler patrol Governors Island for geese • “He used to herd livestock on a farm, so he would get depressed when the geese flew away. We had to bring in a trainer to teach him to stop working once the geese were gone. Now he’ll do a victory circle and start rolling in the field, like spiking a football.”