“He was a little greyer than before, but he was the same erect, soldierly figure” - ‘Throckmorton’, Molly Elliot Seawell

Your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine.
Your hands can heal, your hands can bruise.
Oh I don’t love you, but I always will.

“There are others out there just like you…only you’re just a man, and they’re so much more.”

And I can’t fall asleep
Without a little help
It takes awhile
To settle down
My ship of hopes
Wait til the past leaks out.

There’s something left underwater.

Don’t resent me, and when you’re feeling empty,
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest.
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The red string of fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. In Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger of those that are destined to meet each other in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way.
The two people connected by the red thread are destined together, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

so I can come back and find
the heart that you hid from me
[x] 

I invented the job.

the man with the key is king.