



people talk about us in mere tragedy
but infrequent are tragedies
that do not have
a speck of hope,
a dreg of happiness,
a split-second joy
summary of any torchwood episode part two:
jack: ok team dont do this thing
owen: does the thing
everyone: god fucking damn it owen what the fuck
“These battle scars don’t look like they’re fading, don’t look like they’re ever going away.”