i think in numbers, i’m pretty sure that you think in rhyme,
the sum keeps changing, i’ve worked the math out far too many times.
(Source: elsie-hughes)
and i just wanna know, where do you keep your kings?
and if they ever fall, then will you think of me?
(Source: elsie-hughes)
I can’t pretend that all is well, it’s like I’m haunted by a ghost, there are times I cannot speak your name, for the catching in my throat / ( praise the water under bridges, praise the time we say we’ll heal, praise the fonder that still grows on the absent heart and fields, praise be to this pain these days, it’s all I seem to feel )
(Source: elsie-hughes)
i know you have spirit, m’lady. that’s what counts. that’s all that counts in the end.
He is thinking of a different night, one long ago when his bones were lighter and he smiled more freely and hers were not as small. It comes to him, as most memories do nowadays, in a blur of feelings and images. He strings them together as best he can. Night air and kindling burned into his jacket, her face still seeming orange in the dark, still illuminated by the firebreather. It had been at the fair, with all its noise and cauldron of people, feelings, emotions bubbling between carnival games and bright lights. It was the sort of affair he had been careful even then, especially then, to stay away from. It was too much, he had always thought, like a past life. In the evening dark all the faces looked too familiar and all the grounds spread out like one infinite stage.
(but i can’t tell you that, can i?) | a fanmix for thomas barrow and elsie hughes
i. uprooted - the antlers | ii. things you shouldn’t do - margot and the nuclear so & so’s | iii. in the night - basia bulat | iv. not what you think it is - dan mangan | v. medicine - daughter | vi. firewood - regina spektor | vii. adventures in solitude - the new pornographers | viii. a little hell - radical face
AU MEME: CLASS SWAP, THE LORD AND HIS HEIR
LORD CARSON: At this point, I don’t care who he picks, he just needs to find a lady.
LADY CARSON: Don’t care? You still find faults in my pedigree.
LORD CARSON: I didn’t mean -
LADY CARSON: Oh no, I’m sure you meant to phrase inferiority in the kindest of ways. You always were such a charmer.
LORD CARSON: But you aren’t worried about him?
LADY CARSON: I am worried, Charles, but I’m quite sure that’s what mothers do.
My room seems wrong
The bed won’t fit
I cannot seem to operate
And you my love are gone