(Source: queenmrgaery, via castlefreak005)
This Is Me Saying: Hello, World, I’m In Love With CASTLE Until The Death. Xo Xo, G.
Thank you for staying with me.#i hate you guys #and your breathlessness when it comes to each other #castle’s crinkled brow and the tears brimming at the edge of beckett’s eyes #the way you both visibly swallow hard like it’s the most painful thing in the world that’s happening to you #because honestly it is #and the way beckett anchors herself to castle with her arms wrapped around his neck #settling herself against his hips and creating this little cocoon of safety and warmth and desire and love #and the way that castle clutches at her back #holding her tightly right around the middle so she can’t go anywhere else #and she just clings to him desperately like this is the only thing she’s needed all day #the safety and strength of him #and she tucks her head in probably closes her eyes and buries herself in being surrounded by him #and they sway a little with it with each other #like they can’t hold still because they have to remind themselves they can move and they’re alive #how long do you think they stood like this? #wrapped up in each other before they went outside #no one else was in the building by then but do you think people came rushing in after the time expired? #and after the precinct sent the all clear #do you think she shed silent tears on his shoulder while they held each other #and maybe he made a joke in her ear #and she whispered i love you into the juncture of his neck and shoulder over and over #and maybe when they went to pull apart at last he cupped her face and kissed her one last time #and reached up to kiss her gently on the forehead next and down to her nose and across her wet cheeks #and back again to her mouth with one final devouring kiss that spoke to his desperation #and a pair of slow tears spilled from her eyes as he did and her hands balled into the chest of his shirt #and when they finally got home that night their sex was desperate and needy at first #clothes thrown off all over the apartment #but they collapsed into a heap on the bed gasping roughly at each other until that need slowed #and they savored every second #slow but rough with claims staked in the form of bite marks and needy scratches
(Source: ahundredcoffees, via therealscarysecrets)
ese aire de misterio que resulta encantador
solo en el Principito
(Source: 50-things-i-wanted-to-tell-you, via booksandhotchocolate)
the end.
- I’m scared.
- I… am madly in love with you, Penny. You’re my favorite, favorite thing.
- I thought that somehow we’d save each other.
- We did. Penny. I’m really glad I got to know you.
"-Posible, pero no interesante- respondió Lönnrot-. Usted replicaría que la realidad no tiene la menor obligación de ser interesante. Yo le replicaré que la realidad puede prescindir de esa obligación, pero no las hipótesis. En la que usted ha improvisado, interviene copiosamente el azar…"
— Jorge Luis Borges - La muerte y la brújula. (via et-leretour)
