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The line between what brings us pain and what sustains us is far thinner than one imagines…


Fig. 4. The Sentence.

"Then go. Go far away, and never come back. We are far too damaged to remain together; less a family now than a volatile mix of ingredients. New Orleans will be mine. I will raise my child here in the city you took from me. No doubt Elijah will choose to stay. But you, sister, you are free.”

Angel in disguise - you save my soul
But you make my heart go blind…


T H E  M O T H E R  W E  S H A R E - a fanmix for shared blood and shared beds. (listen) (for myrcellabaratheoned)

the mother we share - chvrches we still got the taste dancing in our tongues - wild beasts cry little sister - aiden mr brightside - the killers  hearts a mess - gotye bloodstream - stateless lavinia - the veils vermillion pt 2 - slipknot together - the xx