my amelia pond.

Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.

Every day you're not dead in the ground, when you wake up in the morning, you're gonna have to make some decisions. Got to ask yourself this question: "Am I gonna believe all them bad things them fools say about me today?" You hear me today? "Am I gonna believe all them bad things them fools say about me today? You hear me today?" All right? As for your mama, she didn't pick her life. It picked her. But you, you're gonna do something big with yours. You wait and see. 

This is the story of how I died.

Selfmade promotional poster for season 4.

My whole life you've underestimated me.

Familia super omnia.

"A doctor, like anyone else who has to deal with human beings, each of them unique, cannot be a scientist; he is either, like the surgeon, a craftsman, or, like the physician and the psychologist, an artist. This means that in order to be a good doctor a man must also have a good character, that is to say, whatever weaknesses and foibles he may have, he must love his fellow human beings in the concrete and desire their good before his own." - W. H. Auden

I close my eyes and all I see is you

The bittersweet between my teeth Trying to find the in-betweens Fall back in love eventually Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Happy belated birthday to the sweetest person around and my little sunshine, Karla. ♥

Can I be, was I there Felt so crystal in the air I still want to drown whenever you leave Please teach me gently on how to breathe