BANSHEE
 my ears hear what others cannot hear;
small faraway things people cannot normally see
are   VISIBLE   to me.
these senses are the fruits of a lifetime
of longing, longing to be rescued, to be ᏟՕᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬᎠ.
just as the skirt needs the wind to billow,
i'm not formed by things that are of  myself  alone. 
  ⚑  .
#ofmountainash.

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       you don’t know the situation, lydia.

             [ he takes a cautious step forward,
               dark blue orbs glinting with a hint of regret.
               he curls his fists up into a tight ball,
               wanting desperately to say something more
               but not being able to find the words to say it. ]

                    “do you really think i ever stopped thinking about you?

         ▍░ 「 ❦ 」▎▋

      ❝then tell me, jackson. tell me how is it that you couldn’t send me at least one text, or just call me at least once.

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            okay — maybe he has sent her an e-mail; she happened to forget her password.
            lydia’s emotions are mixed up & she finds it hard to identify how she really feels about his come-back. now especially — they’ve gone through more than she could had imagine, nevertheless she went through this without him. she’s dealt with things that overgrew her utmost expectations without jackson abreast. now, when everything became quiet & peaceful again, he shows up casually, as if ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs had happened.

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      ❝this.. — this isn’t what i thought of. & it’s not any kind of an aid for you now. because i was thinking about you, too. god knows how many times you crossed my mind whilst i was dreaming.

(Source: ofmountainash)

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