There were days—there were many days—these words could burn stars… and raise up empires… and topple gods. // But there was a time—there were years—when I couldn’t live without you.

I am a ghost. To you, I’m a ghost.

betype:

You Are Important (by IAMJUSTO)

a kindness, a sadness, a ferocity too

mybeautifulidiot:

We’re all ghosts to you.

we must be nothing. what can we possibly be?

“Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Call me Em