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there’s a part of me that’s always been joined with you, even when we couldn’t touch. and when we could—mah lord, remy, ah felt like ah could never get enough of you even if ah melted into you like snow on wet grass. like every inch of me needed to touch every inch of you.


(Source: arseniclace)

Ideals, mes braves, they’re easy to embrace. An’ I t’ank you for dat, at least. It’s dealin’ wit’ reality that’ll take some work. For all of us.

Gambit (via justsomethingrandom)