When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
I have a secret feeling that we’re all Hobbits. Deep down we all want to stay home and feel safe but we all dream about someone knocking on the door and saying ‘come on an adventure and let’s have a fun ride’.
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
Favourite People: Paul Rudd
↳ "I feel horrible. No, really, I feel… ugh. I just realised all I’ve had today, I just ate like a bunch of croissants. I feel weak in the legs. It’s true. I mean, there’s no point to this story, I’m just realising I just had like, four… I just had a bunch of croissants… and now I just feel terrible."