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Going to pretend that this is A Thing.
(Source: roadsnottaken, via hellyeahnicolawalker)
another round of if only’s
of all the ways you could know me
how I take time going slowly
all this time I did on my own
(Source: roadsnottaken, via hellyeahnicolawalker)
Ruth sent Harry a postcard after she was exiled, ‘via a series of intermediaries’. It reads:
You did the right thing. We both did the right thing. Salus populi suprema lex.
Grand tours are less fun alone. But I am well and safe. Look after yourself. I think of you often.
Quos amor versus…
I’M DYING.
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
Another classic moment from one of my favourite shows on television, the Ruth and Harry Hour.
“I always thought that with every lie we tell, our true selves got buried that little bit deeper. And I worry that one day I’ll wake up, and look for it - look for me - and I won’t be there, any more. But that hasn’t happened, Harry. To either of us. I left, because I always thought there’d be too many secrets between us. Stupid, really. Because you and I - we’re made of secrets. So leave the service, with me, while we still know who we are.”
Well, rewatching that on my own was an awful idea.