“”Heaven was known to the ancients as Thessaly, William, and now, with this war, the spirit matter is rolling between the hills like thunder.” He paused, seemed to listen, smiled, jerked his head and continued…” Kew Gardens by Virginia Woolf x PW
AU | Kurt is about to be stabbed and Blaine jumps in front of him, resulting in him getting stabbed instead
“Blaine was always saving me. In big ways and in small ways. I just wish he hadn’t that one time. It should have been me. I should have gotten hurt. Not him. If he hadn’t… jumped… he’d still be here. Maybe I’d be gone, but that’d be okay, because he’d still be alive.”
Flowers for my pack, the most supportive full of love gang of misfits, rebels and bravest fighters. I grew these in my little White room in Chelsea at the Desmond tutu centre. I took this photo in the light of the morning sun on my way to pattis studio. I drank too much gin today, that always makes me too close in contact with solitude and contemplations of death, today in the healthiest form of contemplation and yearning. Patti played me a new song about a friend who passed away and it reminded me of two wonderful young men I’ve known who I wish could be Alive. Life is so precious, wether you are hurt. Lonely, drunk, numb, bullied, out of money or love, hold on for the next big adventure, it’s always waiting for you round some corner you can’t see or believe exists just yet.. Waiting for you to be brave, dust yourself off, straighten up and fly right, I didn’t mean to raise alarms, life is flourishing this last week. Thankyou NYC and www pack always in my heart, now ill shut up!! sweet dreams n beautiful nightmares. Yours x pw
