hot-mess:
no-rules:
raspberryalin:
ellebell:
— I have to figure what to tell people. Why the'll never see me again.
— After a few decades everyone you know will be dead. Problem solved.
— Why you're so against me becoming like you?
— I told you.
— Be honest with me. There's more.
— I know the consequences of the choice you're making. I've lived through it.
— I thought that you're afraid that I'll be too different. You know like.. I wouldn't be warm, and even smell the same.
— You'll always be my Bella.
[Band of Horses - Life on Earth]
— My Bella, just less fragile.
