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ohmadchristine:

Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy. —F. Scott Fitzgerald 



Christine, Christine, don’t think that I don’t care,
But every hope and every prayer rests on you now.












mcwithams:

C: Those picnics in the attic! Father playing the violin.
R: 
As we read to each other dark stories of the North.


No, what I love best, Lotte said,
Is when I’m asleep in my bed.