all our times have come
i’m going to try and finish the few blogrates still left in my inbox tonight~
“I w a n t e d y e from the first I saw ye-
but I l o v e d y e when you wept in my arms
and let me comfort you that first time in Leoch.”
What’s going on?
#they’re both so grown up #and imagine #imagine being that girl who opens her door every day #waiting for the boy who once kissed her #to be on the other side #and you open that door day after day #week after week #month after month #and its never him #that sweet boy #with grave dirt in his pockets and lighter fluid on his hands #he never comes #so you stop thinking about him and you stop wishing #and then #ten years later #you open the door #and it’s him #and you barely recognize him for the shadows under his eyes #and the hurt set to his mouth #this is not the boy you met ten years ago #he has the same name and he stands about the same height #he still looks kindly and treads softly #but this is not sam #you barely recognize sam #and it’s not until he says your name #soft and gentle and a little shy #that you’re able to even recognize #this boy #this man #this weathered down hero [via]
I think I fell in love with my older brother. Of course, I realize that it isn’t right, but I can’t do anything about it. He is caring, but sometimes he can be a real jerk. When he looks at me and smiles, I blush and sometimes I think that he guesses about my feelings and I’m afraid that he’ll be very angry when he finds out for sure. But while he doesn’t know, I can admire his smile and look at his wild beauty. He’s so close, but so far at the same time. I fell in love with my older brother. Well, isn’t it great?
basically i just started my own outlander side blog (who knows if it’ll last, since i’ve got a horrible record with keeping these things alive) but anyways maybe you could check it out~