“If I could grant you peace of mind, would that be enough?”
she sighed to herself as she stressfully ran her fingers through her brown hair, sitting in her garden as she looked at the papers that were in front of her. she was reading some old letters that she destroy in her fit of rage; the ones from alexander. he was now dead, and these were the only things that she had left to hold on to. ❛ it seems as if ITEMS wouldn’t be enough. ❜ she wanted her husband back. she knew that there was no point in wallowing in self pity right now, an she espesially knew that she couldn’t just cry herself to sleep every night, but it’s getting harder and harder to go on. ❛ i just want some things to make sense, you know? ❜
after winning his presidency and everything that had happened, eliza and martha have become really good friends, and she knew that alexander was ROLLING in his grave. the thought of it alone almost brought a smile to her lips–– almost. when he spoke, she turned to look at him, and she let out a slight breath. ❛ i’ve always wanted to hear some wise words from THE thomas jefferson. you know he actually mentioned you in the letter i’m reading. i would repeat it, but i would want you digging up his grave and DUELING him. ❜ for the first time all day, a laugh left her lips, and she just smiled as she looked at the rose bushes in front of her. ❛ i don’t think that it would be ENOUGH; but you are. ❜
meme | accepting
