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  2. “Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.” 
- Voltaire 

    Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.”

    - Voltaire 

  3. "Imagine a world where there is no time. Only images."

    -Einstein’s Dreams

  4. "Only you and I, Only you and I, my love."
 -Pablo Neruda

    "Only you and I, Only you and I, my love."

    -Pablo Neruda

  5. theegyptgame:

    ok but ask yourself this about your otp

    Using TML these are my answers…

    • which one hogs the blanket

      Matthew

    • which one cuts the other’s hair

              Mary 

    • which one makes coffee for the other every morning

           Matthew

    • which one picks up the pizza

         Neither - it’s delivered

    (When healthy enough Matthew prefers to cook)

    • which one likes their music on full volume

          Both

    • which one complains about the crumbs on the bed

           Mary complains about Matthew’s crumbs

    • which one is ticklish

              Mary

    • which one sings and which one plays the music

    Matthew sings and Mary plays the piano

    • which one proposes

                 Matthew

    (Although Mary made her own frequent propositions here and here and here.)

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  6. get to know me meme — [3/5] Favorite relationships: Matthew and Mary

    ↳”I doubt Cousin Mary and I are destined to be close friends”

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  9. snowball4:

patsan:


Memories are a tricky thing, Matthew thought now as he stared into the distance and music played around him. 
You would think they are fixed, frozen in time like carved stone, beautiful sculptures you can admire and marvel at, unmoving, lifeless, constant, but try and cast a different light on them, and they are… changed. 
Matthew had not looked for this, he had not wanted it. In fact, he had tried his very best not to even consider it, these words, what they meant, but they would not leave him alone, they had infiltrated his consciousness and they had changed his memories. 
They had cast a new light on them and they had now shifted, moved, turned into something different right before his eyes, something beautiful and tragic, because they were not the same, and she… Mary… she was not the same in them anymore. 
Once doubt had crept over the precincts of his mind he had been powerless to it. 
“Mary is still in love with you,” cousin Violet had said that night. 
Could she be right? 
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What I’m presenting you today started as a short missing moment written in a quiet night few months ago. Clearly, I got carried away :P
In my defence, I’ve always been fascinated by Matthew’s thought process between episodes 2x07 and 2x08, and, more specifically, between the moment Violet pushes into his room and tells him that Mary still loves him, and the dance scene when suddenly everything seems to be so close to the surface, both Mary and Matthew panting with feelings so strong and yet so closely restrained. It all comes undone in that scene, and they dance and then kiss, even though they shouldn’t. 
But what led to that, emotionally speaking?


Really well written P.  I have often thought about those months from that moment with Granny’s news to the dance in E8.  

    snowball4:

    patsan:

    Memories are a tricky thing, Matthew thought now as he stared into the distance and music played around him.

    You would think they are fixed, frozen in time like carved stone, beautiful sculptures you can admire and marvel at, unmoving, lifeless, constant, but try and cast a different light on them, and they are… changed.

    Matthew had not looked for this, he had not wanted it. In fact, he had tried his very best not to even consider it, these words, what they meant, but they would not leave him alone, they had infiltrated his consciousness and they had changed his memories.

    They had cast a new light on them and they had now shifted, moved, turned into something different right before his eyes, something beautiful and tragic, because they were not the same, and she… Mary… she was not the same in them anymore.

    Once doubt had crept over the precincts of his mind he had been powerless to it.

    “Mary is still in love with you,” cousin Violet had said that night.

    Could she be right?

    Read More

    What I’m presenting you today started as a short missing moment written in a quiet night few months ago. Clearly, I got carried away :P

    In my defence, I’ve always been fascinated by Matthew’s thought process between episodes 2x07 and 2x08, and, more specifically, between the moment Violet pushes into his room and tells him that Mary still loves him, and the dance scene when suddenly everything seems to be so close to the surface, both Mary and Matthew panting with feelings so strong and yet so closely restrained. It all comes undone in that scene, and they dance and then kiss, even though they shouldn’t.

    But what led to that, emotionally speaking?

    Really well written P.  I have often thought about those months from that moment with Granny’s news to the dance in E8.  

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  10. 
It’s all right, Mama… After tomorrow, all things are permitted.

    It’s all right, Mama… After tomorrow, all things are permitted.

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