I carry the battle in me | (x)


there’s a heavy load upon our backs, of things we carry from the past

And as the world comes to an end
I’ll be here to hold your hand

if i’d had a weapon that could have kept you out of the arena, I’d have used it

"I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the Morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks."

one need not be a chamber to be haunted