#williamah

[baileycooper-blog1]

LITERALLY as i read this post i have civil war on my tv while i casually watch political animals on my laptop so i'm seb trash and i relate to this omg

???? oH MY ME TOO this is so relatable i actually havent gotten a chance to watch political animals yet but i want to so bad! and then civil war is out on bluray now but i am broke so :))

[flowerun-blog1]

williamah replied to your post:[[MOR] day three. captian’s log. the crew is...

don’t tempt me i’ll give up my words right now to quiet this storm

i’d never let you give those up, you know that & my loud heart swells quiet for the thoughtfulness alone.

[flowerun-blog1]

william harris & neil parrish — i wanna pick you up and scoop you out, i want the secrets your secrets haven't found ; will you share your soul with me? unzip your skin and let me have a see ; lean for me, and i'll fall back, you'll fit so nicely, you'll keep me intact ; i want to give you your grin, so tell me you can't bear a room that i'm not in.

[flowerun-blog1]

@williamah.

circular. that’s what his hometown physic would have told him. that everything is so very circular. neil has never been an avid believer in many things but can feel the circularity as he places his bike against the mailbox like he has many times before ; like he will again. it’s not this action that brings about the thought but the fact that will’s excuse to see him has now become neil’s excuse to show up. his hands are so gentle with the flowers, as if the three, modest bouts of baby’s breath are his heart laid bare. pale blues flit to the windows, looking for a shift in the curtains. will isn’t expecting him this time but he might still be watching. neil takes a slow breath through his teeth and exhales through his nose. no going back now. he doesn’t brace his shoulders because he doesn’t need to be defensive. his knuckles are unfamiliar against the wood of the door - he usually doesn’t make it this far before will meets him halfway.