Monday, May 5, 2014
Two desperate young hearts. Desperate to find someone to love, desperate to be liked by someone.
That was probably why I started to like him after the third time we met. That was probably why he told me, a few hours after the first we met that I was the first girl he really could talk. As fast as he came into my life, he disappeared from my life. It’s a shame, I think we could have been something beautiful.
— Azra.T “You can’t love me when your heart shut.”
“When you come home tonight, I will not be there.
The Nevengers, it’s what we like to call ourselves.
The Nevengers, it’s what we like to call ourselves. Storybrooke’s mightiest fairytales kind of thing. Now let’s do a head count Zelena; a knight, a tracker, a savior, a pirate, a wizard, a researcher, a queen, a archer; and you my dear Wicked Witch have managed to piss off every single one of them.
~Sir Arthur Pinero
Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.