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carmichaelwyatt:

Once she left he got up walking over to his desk placing back the items that hadn’t completely been broken back in its place. He had read the books on this – he knew that this was how it was going to go. The past was going to go up in flames, and he had expected it but for some reason he didn’t think the blow would be this bad. He didn’t possibly think the ache could keep on hurting but it did, and that was that. It was how things had to be, his life was better now. It was going to get to the point where none of this was going to matter.

Grabbing the keys and sliding it underneath the his sock he pushed his feet inside his sneakers. Kneeling down her started to tie them, noting the ache that came when the strings rubbed against the fresh cuts. Nothing that was happening around him was actually happening. Not to him, he had no idea what Taylor had even said, hell he was surprised that he even knew that it was her. He had so many blondes in his life that it could’ve been any one of them. Pushing himself up he walked to the door and opened it. Closing it behind him he walked down the steps and nodded. Whatever she was saying didn’t really matter. The world was not spinning out of control, it wasn’t. There was just this weight on him that he didn’t know how to get rid of it.

Drinking was not an option. He had promised Jack that he was not going to go down that road. Destroying things didn’t help him at all. And going over and yelling at a certain individual was mute and useless. No he didn’t know how to release the emotions that were brewing underneath him and he hated the fact that today out of all the days the sun had decided to come out. The perfect condition would be if it was raining but he was not that lucky. Actually was he ever lucky? It wasn’t like he was owed anything and he knew that. He knew that in everyone else’s eyes he was owed nothing that he was in the wrong. That stupid Carmichael this is all his fault. He let her go. Every magazine had taken Ava’s side. Had anyone ever bothered defending him? Not being oh we get why Ava did what she did, it all makes sense. Did anyone ever defend him and stand up and broadcast the truth? That Wyatt had actually been the one that got fucked. That he got thrown to the wolf that his father is and was left in the slaughter house? That he had only done things in desperation? And as these thoughts were racing his head he hadn’t even noticed that he had left Taylor behind and how his speed was picking up, pushing himself further than he knew. His throat was getting tight the burn was present but he ignored it. Foolish foolish male. None of it mattered. He had to let it go. He had to actually let it all go cause it was literally killing him. Come on Wyatt what the fuck are you doing? Everyone he passed were just a small blur. He was running to outrun his thoughts. This was good. What had just happened was good because it was the final nail in the coffin. What had just been printed in the newspaper was excellent because it was the end. 

Taylor began jogging at a steady pace when Wyatt finally came out of the house. She wasn’t planning to talk, already able to tell that he wasn’t in the mood. She understood that she didn’t really know him at all but she did know people, and she was well versed with reading anger and frustration. So she treated him as she would want to be treated were she upset over something.

They ran at an even speed for only a little before he sped up and went ahead of her. This wasn’t exactly how Taylor typically worked. Usually she was the one to set the pace and speed, helping build up her clients endurance. But Wyatt clearly had other plans, ones that involved him burning off steam it appeared. And Taylor let him– not attempting to catch up right away– continuing her jog like she’d planned.

As she did so, Taylor took in her surroundings. Wyatt lived in a beautiful neighborhood with homes spaced out to provide privacy and trees lining the streets. The leaves had already begun to change colors and fall– reds and yellows and oranges littering the path they were on. It made Taylor nostalgic, remembering hours spent in Central Park, jogging and riding her bike. She remembered the routine she’d been in while on the force, running in the mornings, getting to work after a quick shower, going running after or for a walk. The city had allowed her that pleasure for a long time. 

Taylor let Wyatt’s back become smaller and smaller as he picked up his pace, knowing he’d tire out soon. She didn’t know why but there was something about the man that made her want to help him. not in the way she imagined so many people wanted to– by changing his situation or giving endless streams of sympathy, but in the way that helped him realize yes, life sucked, but that was alright.

 Shaking her head, Taylor refocused on the trail, picking up her pace as she began to catch up with Wyatt again until he was only a few paces ahead, still pumping his arms in a burst of speed. Whatever was on his mind, well, Taylor could tell the effect it was having– she could see it with her own eyes. But still, she wasn’t one to overstep her bounds and instead kept running, waiting until he began to slow down finally to follow suit. 

#wyatt #carmichaelwyatt #//aaaand i went and made it long again #//we both suck at this #//*pets* but its okay

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saoirsemountbatten:

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Saoirse returned. She let out a laugh, glad Taylor had chosen to go along with her suggestion. “They both get you to the same place just through different ways. The other does take a bit longer, though. Like I said, it’s really up to your preference.” Scanning her surroundings and imprinting them into her mind, Saoirse quickly glanced over at her companion. “No, not at all. I’ve been in Charleston around the same amount of time as you, maybe a bit more.” She told her. “Where did you move from?”

“Well, I’ll definitely be exploring that one soon. I try to run every day so I’m sure I’ll find other places as well.” It was all part of learning a new home– discovering new places and paths and then growing accustomed to them so that locating ones became second nature. Taylor still had a bit to go before she got there but she was slowly learning the lay of the land. “Where are you from?” She skipped over a branch on the path, getting back on pace when her foot hit the ground again. “And from New York.”

#saoirse #saoirsemountbatten

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But I will hold on hope And I won't let you choke On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain And I will change my ways I'll know my name as it's called again

#about #headcanon #music

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carmichaelwyatt:

Life – had a funny system. Cause when he thought he had managed to pull himself out of the quicksand he was pushed back in. Alfred had been the one to break the news to Wyatt, he had been the one that had given him the newspaper and though there was a part of him that wanted to not care. To truly not have any emotional reaction to the news it was not enough to prevent what took place next. It was not as if Wyatt could recall what took place, all that he was able to recount was the when the first glass hit the wall, he just kept on breaking every glass made item in the living room.

Alfred had just stood there, almost like he had expected this. Wyatt hated how every break down checkbox on the checklist was being marked off. He hated how he was becoming a stereotype but it didn’t prevent the actions happening. His hands were dripping and the fresh iron blood took over the living room. The white carpet stained, he kept on throwing items. The clock his father had gotten him for his birthday, the diploma from his law school. The whisky glasses that once stood on his desk. They were all glass fragments right now. They were in front of him reflecting the mess. The emotions that he wanted to just disappear.

And though Alfred muttered I am proud of you because for once Wyatt didn’t push everything inside Wyatt was not proud of himself. Touching his forehead he didn’t realize the smear he had managed to draw across his face. Instead he was lost in his own thoughts. For once in his life time he did wish he had amnesia, that he could just forget everything. That he could cut his nasal cavity because it was that one item that recalled the memories and took him back. Ava Lockwood married he didn’t know what hurt the most the fact that she had completely just gotten married after destroying him or the fact that the only comment he had poor bastard.

He didn’t love her, no because in order to love someone there had to be some respect and he didn’t have any for the brunette. And that right there was the saddest part of the entire thing cause even through the years of hate he had respected her. Admired her even with how strong she appeared to be but now she just was a fragment of lies, as weak and fragile as a house of cards. So what he was mourning was his idea of her the idea of them that was what he was upset and angry about. Wyatt was so lost in his words that he sat down on the edge of the sofa, the blood from his hands dripping, the wounds causing pain but not enough to get an reaction, he didn’t even notice that Taylor was there. He saw someone but he didn’t respond.  

Taylor grabbed some gauze from the kit and wrapped it on his knuckles with the bandage that was there. She’d patched herself and her partners up enough times to do it without much thought. There wasn’t any glass in the cuts but they’d probably sting more tomorrow than they were right now. That’s one thing she noticed about injuries. It wasn’t the initial blow that hurt the most, it was the sore reminder the next day and the next that it wouldn’t go away. Once the adrenaline faded, the pain settled in. 

“Alright.” She finally spoke, having bandaged his hands securely but also so he’d still have mobility with them. Taylor looked around the room once more, observing the broken...everything before putting the cream back in the white plastic box and balling up some of the cotton balls and swabs she’d just used. The blonde stood and went to the bathroom once again, putting things back as she found them, wringing out the wash cloths she’d used to clean the initial blood and hanging them on the little towel hook. Someone would clean then, she was certain. After washing her own hands and drying them on an unstained towel she made her way back to the living room where Wyatt still was. “So, are we doing this?” 

She looked at her wrist watch, noting the time and then looked back over at him expectantly. “We still have an hour and forty-five. I checked out a running trail near by. It wasn’t too long. Pretty sure we can do it in under ninety minutes.” Taylor grabbed a tie from her wrist and flipped her head down so her hair was hanging in front of her and bunched it up into a pony tail. She tilted her head back at him when she adjusted it and raised a brow. “Don’t have all day, Wyatt.” He didn’t want pity – fine. She wouldn’t give it. She wouldn’t ask questions about why he was smashing things with his fists (a bit stupid of him, really) but she wasn’t going to waste their session either. “I’ll wait outside while you get your shoes.” Taylor left her bag on the coffee table and did just that, flashing Alfred a positive smile when she passed the confused looking man and exited through the front door. She began stretching as she waited, twisting her back to get out any cracks. It was too beautiful a day to stay inside, she thought, only looking at the house again when she heard the door open. 

#wyatt #carmichaelwyatt #//idk #//i made it a bit shorter? maybe?

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You don’t deserve her.

#about #amelia #this is one of my favorite movies ever #so beautiful

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myers-briggs personality types

↳ ESTP (The Promoter)

ESTPs are energetic thrill seekers who are at their best when putting out fires, whether literal or metaphorical. They bring a sense of dynamic energy to their interactions with others and the world around them. They assess situations quickly and move adeptly to respond to immediate problems with practical solutions.

Active and playful, ESTPs are often the life of the party and have a good sense of humor. They use their keen powers of observation to assess their audience and adapt quickly to keep interactions exciting. Although they typically appear very social, they are rarely sensitive; the ESTP prefers to keep things fast-paced and silly rather than emotional or serious.

Trivia:

one of four types reporting highest levels of assertiveness in college

one of two types with the lowest college GPAs although among most likely of all types to stay in college

values at work include autonomy, variety, independence, and structure

commonly found in careers in marketing, skilled trades, business, and law enforcement

famous estps: eddie murphy, madonna, winston churchill, and bruce willis

#about #taylor #headcanon

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Taylor was let into the house by Alfred as she’d been the previous day as well. Their first session had only been an hour and that was after she got some paper work in order and let Wyatt know she’d read and signed it all. Whereas they’d swam during their previous meeting and done some weight training, today they’d be running. Taylor didn’t want to push him too hard but thought that it was a great day for it anyway. Besides, he said he didn’t want pity and so, she reasoned, she’d treat him like any other client she was training until he said otherwise.

It had become a strange job, she thought, working out for a living. It was weird in the sense that before everything had happened, Taylor might have laughed at future self and her career path. She’d have probably been antagonistic towards the idea of paying someone to work out with you. But this Taylor was different. She’d had the one job she loved taken from her when she needed it most and she wouldn’t go back to it now. She couldn’t. So that’s how she ended up at Wyatt Carmichael’s mansion once more. Walking through the hallway that was growing a bit familiar even after a third or fourth time.

She had her running shoes on and only her car keys and water bottle thrown in her bag, leaving her phone in the car. Taylor had waved away Alfred’s offer to show her to the living room, knowing she could locate it on her own. She wasn’t expecting the sight that awaited her there when she did, though and stopped short in the doorway. The room was a mess. Things strewn all over the floor, broken...vases? Taylor blinked when she saw Wyatt on the couch, head in hands– bleeding hands.

 “Shit,” Taylor walked over and stopped in front of him. “Here.” She didn’t ask if he was alright (clearly, he wasn’t) or for permission, instead she grabbed the small towel from her bag and just took one of his hands, wrapping it around the bleeding knuckles. “Hold it there,” she instructed before dropping her bag and stepping around broken glass to go to the bathroom off the living room. Once there she grabbed another towel and ran some water over it before looking in the cabinets to see if there were any first aid kits. She found a small one and took it before heading back to the room. Taylor sat on the coffee table opposite him and took his other hand, dabbing at the cuts with the damp cloth. Not saying a word, though she was thinking many, Taylor let silence hang between them for a moment as she opened up the kit, searing for something anti-bacterial cream to clean it out. 

@carmichaelwyatt

#wyatt #carmichaelwyatt #para #//lololol what are we doing #// i said this would be short #//i lied

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Taylor hummed to herself as she pushed her cart down the frozen aisle of the supermarket. She had vegetables and chicken piled high along with fruits and nutrition bars, things that normally made up most of her meals. Still, she couldn’t resist the pull of the ice cream area and stood before one of the refrigerators, contemplating which flavor to get.

It took her a few minutes of inspecting them all before she took one pint and then another and then, before she knew it, Taylor had four in her cart and another one in her hand, contemplating if she wanted this specific flavor. She was still thinking on it when she saw another person out of the corner of her eye, seeming to be doing the same thing a two fridges down (the ice cream section was, after all, well stocked.) She looked up and was about to give them a smile when she recognized the woman as Sarah. Taylor couldn’t help but laugh slightly, looking down at the ice cream in her own hand and then back at the other who she’d actually just had a session with that morning. “Dammit. I was hoping no one would find out about my ice cream addiction,” she said with a grin.

@sarahmxntgomery

#sarah #sarahmxntgomery #caught red handed lmao

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Some wounds are too deep or close to the bone and no matter how hard you work at it, you just cant stop the bleeding.

Million Dollar Baby (via leslieseuffert)

#about #headcanon #quote

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#taylor face #mel would've been around 6 atm #cuties #i changed her to onata aprile

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giniadonovan:

“I don’t mind at all. We all have our days.” Gina took it upon herself to stop jogging in place, taking the end of her sentence as an opportunity to jog in the direction of the trail. The day was beautiful. While it was a hint humid, it wasn’t the type of humidity that punched a person in the face the moment they stepped outdoors. The sun was also out, but so were a few cloud. Which, in short, made for excellent running weather. “Then welcome to Charleston,” she used her right hand to gesture out into nothing, “The park’s usually not this nice. Well, the weather. Typically a lot more stick, or as you stated, a bit too cold. So you made a really wise decision coming out here today, instead of…well…yesterday. Yesterday was surprisingly cold and muggy.” Ginia avoided crashing into an elderly man who’d decided to walk today, too. “Where you from then, hm?”

“Thanks.” She smiled appreciatively as she fell in step with the other woman. “Well, New York has a bit of humidity too. Actually, that’s a lie. New York has a lot of humidity and it’s disgusting.” Taylor laughed, “I enjoy fall weather, though, not too hot, not too cold. Great for jogging in the mornings anyway.” She skirting around the man as well and glanced over at Gina briefly, “New York. Are you from here originally?”

#ginia #giniadonovan #//ignore text #//i cant remember if they introduced themselves #//ima say they did XD

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Do you like walking in the rain? When you think of love, do you think of pain? You can tell me what you see I will choose what I believe

#about #music

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arizonaclark:

“I think you’d like it,” she replied. Zoe sighed, “I just have to make time for it. I feel like I’m very good about for a few weeks and then suddenly I just don’t have time for it anymore. I’ve started and quit a spin class twice in the last year. I’m awful.” She nodded, “What about you? Are you doing what you love?”

“Well, here’s hoping I make it there.” She nodded with a smile. “Well, in your defense, no one actually likes spin classes. I’d rather just ride a bike outside for a few hours. Not the exact same thing, I know, but still– a lot more enjoyable.” Taylor shrugged, nodding, “Yeah, it’s been good to me so far. I like people and I like being active, so I figure the two go together well.” At least, well enough.

#arizona #arizonaclark

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“Aw, poor Christopher, always trying, never succeeding.” She laughed lightly, “You know, I might have lied and told him I was older– didn’t think you’d want a pre-teen kicking your ass so,” this time she flashed a cheeky grin, teasing evident in her voice before nodding at his age. She’d assumed as much, around her age anyway. “Ah, yeah, mine was in August, not a big affair either.” She shrugged, “just another calendar day, right?” At least, that’s how she’d begun to see them when the calendar days had become so important. When each one that had gone by was another nail in the coffin.

“No,” Taylor shook her head, pony tail swishing as she did so, “I’d pay to see Satan on trial. Otherwise, no thanks. I’ve managed to get out on conflict of interest once or twice,” when she was called for a case that involved a criminal their precinct had managed to arrest. “But, I’ve been lucky enough to avoid it for the most part.” 

She pressed her lips together, wondering what had made him so…cynical? It wasn’t her place to wonder but she did, even a little. Still, Taylor shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know that it sucks when someone’s story becomes a spectacle for the world to ogle at.” It was as honest as she’d be, knowing from first hand experienced what it meant to be bombarded by questions, for everything she was going through to be blatantly ignored for the sake of a story. 

“Ha, sure,” she said with a smile before laughing at his words as she did a quick mental calculation. “Of course not. I can do every other day and then Saturdays as well. One hour during the weekdays, two on Saturdays. So 350 a week.” Taylor never did like talking about money, or payment but it was something she’d have to get over soon if she wanted to keep building her client base. “Sorry, probably should have something more official to give you. I can bring that in Friday as well.” 

”Someday he will – I have faith in him. It’s why I don’t fire him honestly.” His smugness always tended to come off as a terrible trait of his but right now in the playful and cool manner that he was portraying it he could for the first time not see it as a shitty thing to have. But for once it didn’t come off in an self-righteous way, probably because Taylor didn’t know him, she didn’t hold onto the notion of his past and hold it as a truth right now. That feeling was well it was somewhat nice and new. “That it is. My brother and sister tend to make it into a huge thing which why I still have present boxes sitting in my living room but I have never really liked them at all.

“You would? I feel like I would defend him.” And he knew right then and there he was probably going to get judge. It was things like these that tended to make him look like an idiot but he didn’t really care, truth was that he really didn’t feel like hating Satan, mostly because the guy had done what? One big mistake and he was doomed? What about forgiveness? What about moving on? Religion was never his strong suit and he never claimed it to be. “Guy deserves a break every now and then.”

Perhaps if he didn’t come from a founding family then he would be alright. Then he wouldn’t be expected to fill all the big shoes that everyone wanted him and somewhere between trying to do just that and staying true to himself he managed to lose the hope that he had come into this world with. “Well some have to deal with it – you know so others don’t have to. Take one for the team. Someone has to fill those pages of newspapers and magazines.” He explained realizing that he did buy that logic. It was what got him through everything through out the past months. That someone just had to do it. 

He nodded his head as he looked down at his cell phone and realized he had a meeting to attend, “well Alfred will give you the map to this place. Honestly look at the papers and read them – like actually don’t skim them – cause there is a lot of legal jumbo in there. Perhaps get yourself a lawyer.” He smiled at the irony at that statement, “I actually know a handful of them. The price works for me. So what is it that they say? The ball is on your court? I got to get going. Business calls.”

#wyatt #carmichaelwyatt #//im in shock #//slow claps all around

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arizonaclark:

“It’s big, but still nowhere hear New York or Chicago or something,” she said, nodding. She smiled, “Maybe I will. Probably a good way to relieve stress.” Zoe shrugged, “It can be, sometimes. But I just love kids so even when they’re a handful I don’t get frustrated so much. And two years.”

“Maybe I’ll visit someday,” she said with a smile. “You definitely should. First class is super discounted too, so, that’s always an incentive.” Taylor nodded along with her, ignoring the feeling in her stomach as she mentioned kids. Mel would have started kindergarten this year. “Well, as long as you’re doing what you love– it makes things easier.” Two years. Where was she two years ago? She’d officially been dismissed from the force and had started as a waitress downtown. It was funny, she thought, in an almost sick way, how much time could change things. 

#arizona #arizonaclark #why you gotta go mention kiddies arizona #why

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carmichaelwyatt:

“No – I think I told Christopher to make sure that we got ourselves a capable adult in our hands but like everything else he tends to come short.” Why he still had Christopher was a riddle that was not solved and it wasn’t going to be. Perhaps he kept the kid around because he had to, he had been there from the start so he couldn’t necessary just kick him to the curb that would just be wrong. Wyatt was taken back with her age though, she was older than him and yet acted like she was younger. But he had aged a lot cause of his family and because of the job that he was required to do. “27 – my birthday was actually a week ago. I have always hated birthdays though so tend to just keep it hush hush.”

Wyatt was thankful that no one had remembered his birthday because he hated having to open gifts and pretend that people had actually gotten him something that he needed or had wanted. Rarely did people do one of those two things. “You would pay to see a case? Usually it is the other way. Everyone tries to get out of jury duty – you should also hear the excuses that those people come up with. Once i had this guy just straight out make a list of the kinds of people he hated.”

Of course Wyatt couldn’t necessary hate someone for wanting to bail. Jury duty was not something that people could ever look forward to. Her words were so naive though – almost as if life had been kind to her but he knew better than that. There were a lot of different people in the world. There were the ones that took the punches and got back up and fought again, the ones that gave up and the ones that would just walk away. But everyone – had gotten punch throughout their lives. “I think the way things should be never are because then where would the fun be in that?” He had actually once taken a philosophy class where he had learned to just accepted that nothing would ever get better.

“Unless you want to do this for free. Then would it be alright if I use you as a tax exemption?” The light humor was never ending between the two, and he started to wander why it wasn’t like this with everyone else. When had everyone else become somewhat dark and dusty – and it probably was because at some point they all stopped seeing him and the name became all that was left. “How many times a week are we going to do this and how many hours – come on Taylor I am not going to write you a blank check – yeah I hired you but lets not push it ok?” He disclosed at her as he surveyed her to see if she was going to start doing the math right then and there, and wondering if she was going to do it the traditional way or go look for a calculator. “That is what – two days? So 140 dollars is going to be the starting rate?”

“Aw, poor Christopher, always trying, never succeeding.” She laughed lightly, “You know, I might have lied and told him I was older– didn’t think you’d want a pre-teen kicking your ass so,” this time she flashed a cheeky grin, teasing evident in her voice before nodding at his age. She’d assumed as much, around her age anyway. “Ah, yeah, mine was in August, not a big affair either.” She shrugged, “just another calendar day, right?” At least, that’s how she’d begun to see them when the calendar days had become so important. When each one that had gone by was another nail in the coffin.

“No,” Taylor shook her head, pony tail swishing as she did so, “I’d pay to see Satan on trial. Otherwise, no thanks. I’ve managed to get out on conflict of interest once or twice,” when she was called for a case that involved a criminal their precinct had managed to arrest. “But, I’ve been lucky enough to avoid it for the most part.” 

She pressed her lips together, wondering what had made him so...cynical? It wasn’t her place to wonder but she did, even a little. Still, Taylor shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know that it sucks when someone’s story becomes a spectacle for the world to ogle at.” It was as honest as she’d be, knowing from first hand experienced what it meant to be bombarded by questions, for everything she was going through to be blatantly ignored for the sake of a story. 

“Ha, sure,” she said with a smile before laughing at his words as she did a quick mental calculation. “Of course not. I can do every other day and then Saturdays as well. One hour during the weekdays, two on Saturdays. So 350 a week.” Taylor never did like talking about money, or payment but it was something she’d have to get over soon if she wanted to keep building her client base. “Sorry, probably should have something more official to give you. I can bring that in Friday as well.” 

#wyatt #carmichaelwyatt #//she has a smiley face okay! #//and she smiles bc smiling makes you happier #//and youre not innocent at all. #//at all.

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There comes a time when the switch is flipped. You feel all emotion draining out of you, your body getting smaller, everyone getting farther away. And just like that, you are alone - in a world filled with people.

up0nreflecti0n (via up0nreflecti0n)

#about #headcanon