They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it, Stiles?
July 21, 2007. The day a fandom owned the earth.
"We don’t want any more visitors, well wishers or distant relations!"
"And what about very old friends?"
"He has tried to cling to justified anger and to bury his senseless trust in his brother, but he’d rather fall for a thousand of Loki’s tricks than risk missing a moment of Loki’s truth. And right now Loki’s eyes are lined red and grinning, and his lips are saying brother and that’s as close to an appreciation of art and music as Thor is ever likely to come, and it may be another lie, but it’s no less lovely for it.” - Lodestar by themantlingdark
He knew it wasn’t going to be okay, and he told me
it wasn’t going to be okay. (x)