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“So how long have I loved you for? Womb to tomb, sweetheart? Since before I was even here at all.”
― dropdeaddream, The Thirteen Letters

“Ave maria, gratia plena, get him out of this war, and if you gotta take someone then take me, because I've got nothing real to go home to but he's got a girl now and I can see the hope written all over his face when he sees her. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, pray for us sinners, but don't spend too much time on my immortal soul, because not even divine intervention can help me now. I know when to walk away from a fight and trying my damnedest not to need him was a losing battle. I won't be in the history book; that's for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right., I don't care what they say.”
― dropdeaddream, The Thirteen Letters

“I won’t be in the history books; that’s for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what they say.”
― dropdeaddream, Not Easily Conquered

“The God honest truth is that I ain't ever gonna love again. She's your true north. I know what that means, because you are mine.”
― dropdeaddream

“Today I can see all the way to the truth I'll know at the end of the world.”
― dropdeaddream, The Thirteen Letters

“You are the soul inside of me. Even now. Even though you are long gone.”
― dropdeaddream, A Long Winter

“Even though he collapsed against the wall of the boxcar and felt his throat go raw, even though he felt his hands scraping at the floor, he knew that he was also curiously unreal; flickering. In that moment he could do anything. He could have leapt out after him; he could have shot himself in the foot; he could have flown. He gasped and laughed, but Buck wasn't there to hear it, so he knew the noise he made wasn't real. He saw the inside of himself then - who he was without Bucky - and what he found was terribly simple. He was nothing at all.”
― dropdeaddream, A Long Winter

“This war, it’ll swallow me whole.”
― dropdeaddream, A Long Winter

“Icarus made wings out of wax to escape a prison. But when he was outside for the first time in years there was the sun hanging up in the sky above him and he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He flew closer and closer and his wings started to melt, but he didn’t give a good goddamn. He kept flying up until he couldn’t fly anymore, and his eyes were probably burning, and his skin was probably burning, but still he didn’t care. And then his wings melted all the way and he fell miles and miles into the ocean and brained himself on a rock, that poor stupid asshole. And I’ll tell you what: I’m no better. I’m no fucking better.”
― dropdeaddream, The Thirteen Letters