Ghosts are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime… There are others, others that hold onto an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those, they never go away.
in my defense i cant look at a pic of tom hardy without remembering his myspace selfie where hes shirtless and with his hands down his jeans and it makes me feel intimidated by his raw big dick energy