It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
His mother hugged me and said “I am so sorry…” I said, “Sorry? You’re the mother who lost a son?” She said “Yes, but you lost your other half…” (x)
Jena Malone by Magdalena Wosinska for Un-Titled Project Issue #6 (2013)
He wanted to drift off to a dreamless sleep in his own bed with his arms wrapped tight around his lady, Catelyn.
The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks. Then it’s over.
firsts and lasts of the dead
How exactly did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?