dylobriens:

_{I wanna remember you. Remember us. You know, before.}

thomesa:

— Nikita Gill, Your Soul Is A River (insp.)

scodelariokaya:

every pairing i love | thomas & teresa (the maze runner)
And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.

patriciawalkerd:

― Emily Brontë

summercohen:

He still felt her absence; it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. You wouldn’t need to run to the mirror to know they were gone.

thomasangester:

It’s a tragedy, the way our story goes; maybe, perhaps, almost. (insp.)