“There’s something simmering inside of me. There’s a part of me clawing to break free from the cage I’ve trapped it in, banging on the doors of my heart, begging to be free. Begging to let go. Every day I feel like I’m reliving the same nightmare. I open my mouth to shout, to fight, to swing my fists, but my vocal cords are cut, my arms are heavy and weighted down as if trapped in wet cement and I’m screaming but no one can hear me, no one can reach me and I’m caught. And it’s killing me.”
Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???
THE MAGIC BEGINS: A character you’d like to see more of on your dashboard → Narcissa Malfoy”If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.”
39 & 40 of 50 pictures of: emilia clarke