Yo Como Profe De Historia

Yo como profe de historia

I feel like Lockwood is the type of person to make dad jokes.

You’ve heard of: live, laugh, love.

Now get ready for: die, cry, despise!

lockwood & co text posts 4/?

And I noticed too that while Jessica’s stone was set in the center of this space, and the parents’ stone was to the left, there was an empty area on the right-handside. I looked at this bare patch of grass. And when I did so, everything faded out—the beating of my heart, the whispering of the wind as it worked its way through the holes and hollows of the ivy, the sound of distant Night Cabs on the Marylebone Road. I gazed at it. At the unobtrusive patch of ground. At the empty, waiting grave.

- Lucy Carlyle, The Empty Grave

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