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haryosborn
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if the moon smiled, she would resemble you. you leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annhilating.
(insp)
life is l i m i t l e s s and loud and lonely for little girls
who only ever learned how to r u n
My dream for The Avengers: Age of Ultron is that it starts out with each of the Avengers getting a call early in the morning that they need to come in, and when they get to Clint, they’re like, “We still don’t have Romanoff’s new location, so if you have a way of contacting her, pass the message to her as well.” Clint replies, “I’ll see if I can track her down,” and hangs up the phone. Then he rolls over in bed and is like, “Hey Nat, get up, they need us.”
natsromanoff-deactivated2016022:
Now you sound like you.
You know that I do.
Clintasha & Text Posts Part 2
strike team Δ
She smells like what damp earth smells like after a heavy rain and that perpetual scent of gunpowder, like it’s seared under her skin, and Clint’s trying to cling onto it all so hard that his hands are shaking.
“Natasha,” he breathes out without exactly knowing what he’s saying, just that there’s this raw, anxious ache in his chest that’s suddenly burst wide open and he can’t hold onto the pieces of him tightly enough. “Oh my god, Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.” — exerpt from x