Imagine Jim curling up against Bones stomach, drifting off to sleep to the soothing cadence of Bones voice as he talks about his childhood in Georgia. Imagine the pure comfort Jim finds in the rise and fall of Bones deep tones resonating through his chest.
Imagine how much it means to Bones that Jim can find that kind of comfort in him.
getting ready for school in the morning: sits on my bed without a shirt on for 10 minutes thinking about how much I hate school
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via lifeinpoetry)
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via wordsnquotes)