no PLL after Tuesday until December. cries.
a/n: Something is wrong with me ? don’t know why i wrote this :) also it’s really… weird. I don’t even know.
“You can’t go!” she shouts at him, rushing at him. She clings to his jacket, pulling him back towards her. She keeps shaking her head, as if that will change anything. As if that will give him a reason to stay. It’s all she can do. It’s the only movement she can make; the only message she can send through her wrenching sobs. “You can’t,” she cries out, her legs breaking beneath her, sending her into him.
He catches her easily, bringing his arms around her gradually. He cradles her head in his hands, tucking her face into his neck. He runs his fingers through her hair, knowing she loves that. Knowing that it’s always something that calms her down. Although in this moment, he just has a feeling that it won’t do the trick. It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough to bring her to serenity.
He continues trying to comfort her, rubbing her back and stroking her and kissing the sides of her head. She keeps crying. A consistent, never bending cry that burns his earlobes. There’s nothing he can say to make it better; nothing he can do.
“Spencer,” he whispers.
gaining followers at the speed of something going backwards
when people have really nice clear faces i want punch myself
when you follow someone and they follow back immediately
50 shades of dark circles under my eyes