#shewrit

[walkpath]

@shewrit. 

gently brushing tracey’s hair back with her fingers, faith settles a bliss flower behind her ear, touch trailing over her cheek. it’s been so long since she’s seen her former love, so long since she’s touched her. 

‘ hello, tracey. welcome to the bliss. ‘

[deputysaint-a-blog]

@shewrit replied to your post: I'm deleting my blog

this is the lord’s work

i’m deleting you from my life bc you started it

[7yrs]

shewrit replied to your photoset: my friend made art of My Son like a little less...

i can’t believe hermione is going to punch him in the nose

he deserves it.

[griefreak-blog]

@shewrit

     with the way the woman is looking at them, they wonder if they should have brought their bulletproof vest. it’s a recent purchase; b.j.’s profession being a ghost gets them into some dangerous scenarios. this just might be one of them.

      they’re pretty sure this glance is due to b.j.’s lack of lifelessness. “i am a creature created by some force in the universe. i don’t know who created me. maybe god. usually, i appear as the face of a deceased loved one to those who are grieving. but right now, i think i’m not appearing as anything, possibly because you’ve never lost anyone, or you don’t remember.” okay, there’s the explanation. “hi.”

[worldwell-a2]

@shewrit​ / hudson. call / david.

     ‘ You know, I never looked at that tattoo of yours up close before. That is seriously something. ’ He’s got a smile on, here, that says he’s about to be a nuisance. He does it with love, though. ‘ You were stone cold sober the whole time, huh? ’ 

[mixestapes]

( @shewrit | sc. )

“they grow up so freakin’ fast, don’t they?”