and in my hour of darkness,
she is standing right in front of me
“Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.
Just because we love each other doesn’t mean we’re meant to be together.
“I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself. I want to avoid becoming something too styled and too ‘done’ and too generic. You see people as they go through their career and they just become more and more like everyone else”
◇lost meme/five favorite scenes◇o4. ...In Translation: "Delicate" by Damien Rice