But do not ask the price I paid, I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head, That run wild and wish me dead. Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord, forget all of my sins Oh, let me die where I lie Beneath the curse of my lover’s eyes.
"i love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. i love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. i love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like Iim nuts. i love that after i spend the day with you, i can still smell your perfume on my clothes. and i love that you are the last person i want to talk to before i go to sleep at night. and it’s not because i’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s new year’s eve. i came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
“you see? that is just like you, harry. you say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.”
For the record, Martin got angry at me for having Benedict as my phone wallpaper. “You motherfucker, you have Ben as your phone background.” WHAT A SWEETHEART, we completely took him by surprise and he ended up chatting for a good 15 minutes about life, school and Fargo.
I told him I cosplay John Watson and when he pulled me in for a picture, he said endearingly “The two Johns.”