#this line is seriously painful to me #and i am a giant exposed nerve of martin crieff feelings #feelings about seven year old martin with a shock of red hair and long pale limbs who would run around his front yard #alone of course because no one wanted to play with weird martin crieff #who stumbled over his words and only ever wanted to talk about airplanes #but he’d run from one end to the other #with his arms outstretched like wings #making engine noises and calling in his own landings #and one day he’s about to land and he doesn’t notice his shoes are untied and he trips #he ends up sprawled on the grass and dirt and rocks in his front yard with his knee sliced open on the edge of one of the sharper ones #the cut’s bad enough to scar and years later when he’s sitting alone in his attic room he looks at it #he rubs his thumb over the edge of raised white skin and remembers #he remembers when he had hopes and dreams and faith that he could do this#and now this is where he is #nowhere he expected and feeling like it’s everything he deserved no matter how hard he worked #because it’s what everyone says isn’t it so it must be true #so long gone are the days when he had such grandeur ideas of being an airplane #and all he has left from them is this scar #fitting in a way 

#this line is seriously painful to me #and i am a giant exposed nerve of martin crieff feelings #feelings about seven year old martin with a shock of red hair and long pale limbs who would run around his front yard #alone of course because no one wanted to play with weird martin crieff #who stumbled over his words and only ever wanted to talk about airplanes #but he’d run from one end to the other #with his arms outstretched like wings #making engine noises and calling in his own landings #and one day he’s about to land and he doesn’t notice his shoes are untied and he trips #he ends up sprawled on the grass and dirt and rocks in his front yard with his knee sliced open on the edge of one of the sharper ones #the cut’s bad enough to scar and years later when he’s sitting alone in his attic room he looks at it #he rubs his thumb over the edge of raised white skin and remembers #he remembers when he had hopes and dreams and faith that he could do this#and now this is where he is #nowhere he expected and feeling like it’s everything he deserved no matter how hard he worked #because it’s what everyone says isn’t it so it must be true #so long gone are the days when he had such grandeur ideas of being an airplane #and all he has left from them is this scar #fitting in a way 

2 years ago  —  5/31/2012  —  1,026 notes
#cabin pressure #no.................this is the opposite of what i wanted #curls up #it rains on me




I… I thought I fixed that…

2 years ago  —  5/22/2012  —  4,606 notes
#sherlock #that comment #wow nope #curls up #it rains on me #dies alone in a puddle of my tears