Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That, baby, you’re the best
”The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

отсюда

P.S. Колинов мизинчик))

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@темы: "Арлин", "Артур", "Брэдли Джеймс", "Колин Морган", "Мерлин", "Мертур"