“When we’ve been married for fifty years,” Jim asks, his head curled into Bones’ thigh so he can feel the upward curve of his lips through his jeans, “I’m still going to be kid, aren’t I?” It’s an old argument, one well-worn but never tired. They slip into the conversation like their hands find each other at Jim’s waist. A perfect fit.
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the view from afar

1. {skip to the end -- the futureheads}  if i could cheat, i would skip to the end // and decide if it's worth going through with // skip to the last paragraph just before we start // is it a happy ending or a broken heart?

2. {can you come down with us? -- the olivia tremor control} no time to fuss, no time to fight // all ( Read more... )