Simply….Beautiful…..
(Source: ildesertorosso)
there are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
and she’s chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leave.iron & wine | “passing afternoon”
House: I… I came to be with you!
Cuddy: No, you weren’t with me, not really.
House: I wanted to be.
- House MD, 7.15 “Bombshells”