one writes of s c a r s h e a l e d , a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but t h e r e i s n o s u c h t h i n g in the life of an individual. there are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pinprick, but wounds still. the marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. we may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.
castle takes the bullet meant for beckett
I love this AU of ‘Knockout’, I really do. All the fics! Now gifsets!
#I HAVE DREAMS LIKE YOU NO REALLY. #JUST MUCH LESS TOUCHY-FEELY. #THEY MAINLY HAPPEN SOMEWHERE WARM AND SUNNYYYYYYYYYYY. #ON AN ISLAND THAT I OWN UNARRESTED AND ALONE. #SURROUNDED BY ENORMOUS PILES OF MOOONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.