Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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"Tobias," I say. "It’s me" I step forward and wrap my arms around him. His body is stiff. His heart beats faster. I can feel it against my cheek. A thud against my cheek. A thud as the gun hits the floor. "Tris," he says, and it’s him again.
His arm wraps around me and he lifts me up, holding me against him, his hands clutching at my back…He sets me down and stares at me, his fingers brushing over my forehead, my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips…I lean against him, and he supports me. “How did you do it?” I say. “I don’t know,” he says. “I   j u s t   h e a r d   y o u r   v o i c e.”
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a pretty damned good way to defuse a sexist prick's argument is asking why
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harrisonbrackets:

God bless you, John 
harrisonbrackets:

God bless you, John 
harrisonbrackets:

God bless you, John 
harrisonbrackets:

God bless you, John 
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eleanorj92: Maid of Honour & Best Man 💑💕
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“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”- Quidditch Through the Ages

“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”- Quidditch Through the Ages

“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”- Quidditch Through the Ages

“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”- Quidditch Through the Ages

“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”- Quidditch Through the Ages

“Although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.”- Quidditch Through the Ages
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With myself, I’m very in touch with my masculine side. And I’m 50 percent feminine and 50 percent masculine, same as I think a lot of us are. And I think that is important to note. And also I think that if men went down and women rose to power, that wouldn’t work either. We have to have a fine balance.

With myself, I’m very in touch with my masculine side. And I’m 50 percent feminine and 50 percent masculine, same as I think a lot of us are. And I think that is important to note. And also I think that if men went down and women rose to power, that wouldn’t work either. We have to have a fine balance.

With myself, I’m very in touch with my masculine side. And I’m 50 percent feminine and 50 percent masculine, same as I think a lot of us are. And I think that is important to note. And also I think that if men went down and women rose to power, that wouldn’t work either. We have to have a fine balance.
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