shouldn’t we say goodbye? won’t they wonder where we went?
for the rest of their lives. oh, the songs they’ll write.
eleven being cute while trying to sing along without knowing the words
There were days—there were many days—these words could burn stars… and raise up empires… and topple gods. // But there was a time—there were years—when I couldn’t live without you.
That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end.
Thanks Matt, for everything.
The Storm. The Beast. The Valeyard.
Even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away…and I’m dead