Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

Because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

[Sonnet XLV - Pablo Neruda]

Good morning, everyone. Alrighty. Let’s see. Alaric Saltzman. It’s a mouthful, I know. Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of german origins. My family emigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however, was born and raised in Boston. Now, the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather I will never be able to thank enough. You’ll probably want to pronounce it “ala-ric,” but it’s “a-lar-ic,” ok? So you can call me Ric. I’m your new history teacher.

crowings:

5 otp moments:

↳ 5. Drinking.

We did this. We turned the world against us. There’s no one left to protect us now. x

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