23 5 / 2012

23 5 / 2012

23 5 / 2012

"‘She ain’t my girl,’ I say, low.
‘What?’ Doctor Snow says.
‘What?’ Viola says.
‘She’s her own girl,’ I say. ‘She don’t belong to anyone.’"

The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness (via littleleainwonderland)

(via littleleainwonderland-deactivat)

23 5 / 2012

12 5 / 2012

Today, you moved your hand. I was elated, and watched for hours to see if there was anymore movement. Though there wasn’t, I wasn’t disappointed in the least. You moved, Todd! You’re getting closer to me with every passing day. I read your mother’s journal to you daily, and I love her more and more with each page. She is the kindest women there could be, and she really loved you, Todd. She really did.

The Spackle are taking such good care of you, Todd. You look healthier every minute. The wound in your chest will leave a scar, but I find it a bit dashing. It also stands as a reminder of what we accomplished. Together. 

Ben has been uniting our two cultures magnificently. His wisdom and control is astounding. The Spackle listen to him and respect him, and I could see no other man being a more effective ambassador. 

The land is starting to heal from the war. The fires caused havoc, but nature has a way of healing, even on New World. The townspeople are healing too, rebuilding the town. 

I know you will come back to me soon, Todd. You’re strong. The strongest man I know. This is only temporary, but I am convinced your mother’s and my words with bring you back. I ain’t ever gonna leave you, Todd Hewitt. I will wait here by your side until you return. 

-Your Viola. 

08 5 / 2012

happilyevernow:

I don’t know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak and his Noise is roiling with feeling, with complicated things, with memories of me being shot, of how he felt when he thought I was dying, of how I feel now at his fingertips, but at the front of it all, he’s just saying,
Viola, Viola, Viola.
And it’s Todd.
Bloody hell, it’s Todd.
And everything’s all right.

08 5 / 2012

cliffybyr0:

So.. Here y’all go (I know it’s not that good but oh well.) Ehm, i’m kind of stuck for idea’s so I was wondering if you guys would maybe possible be kind enough to help me out? Maybe send me your favourite quote?

cliffybyr0:

So.. Here y’all go (I know it’s not that good but oh well.) Ehm, i’m kind of stuck for idea’s so I was wondering if you guys would maybe possible be kind enough to help me out? Maybe send me your favourite quote?

(Source: a-localnative)

08 5 / 2012

(Source: newprentisstown)

08 5 / 2012