what exactly am i meant to call you then??

' are you sure about this? ' ' no. but i love you. ' ' i love you too. '

CONNECTIONS

we  all  understand  the  power  of  death;  it  is  absolute,  it  is  permanent.  it  is  me  standing  on  the  bridge,  while  you  remain  on  the  other  side.

i watch him in the kitchen， and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is， how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.

i believe in you more than the future that hasn’t come yet.

( trying not to stare from the dark. desperately trying not to stare. unintentionally burning holes into the others’ being with her eyes. )

( tim isn’t the only one who looks different. jon is long since scarred, long since torn from the end of all things. his smile is weak, worried—but there nonetheless. ) ‘ …you’re here, ‘ ( he murmured. )

my likes are private… this couldn’t have happened months ago? to save me from humiliation?

you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. you cannot save him. he will always die. ( but i have to try. )

hi, martin.

:) how are you?

i’m good. i’m Here.

hi again..