got me thinking about how saying goodbye is impossible and your entire body is going to reject it and say no, i can't do this, but it doesn't change the fact that they're leaving, but it doesn't matter because you can't do this right now, you just can't, and you won't think about how it's your last chance until it's way behind you, it's just fucking survival instincts, and how that whole time logan was probably dead and tom just kept trying to give the siblings a chance to say goodbye to their father, because saying goodbye is just as important to them as it is to him, and how shiv is going to regret not looking at her dad one more time just as much as roman is going to regret looking at him
learning that people want you in their lives is a skill you can develop if it does not come naturally
obsessed with simon and boring!reader as apartment neighbors.
you're sure your little lifestyle, which closely resembles that of an elderly woman, could be of no interest to your hulking, brooding punk of a neighbor. meanwhile, simon's always taking his phone calls from gaz and johnny, uncharacteristically loudly, nearly pressed against the wall that separates you. groaning about how he's tired of them invitin' him out to the club. too old for that shit. just want some damn peace- hoping you'll overhear and invite him in for tea and shows some day.
I wanna pick baby rin up and smell his head...
Yellow Dragonfly Ripple - Nicholas Harding , 2021.
British , b. 1956 -
Oil on linen , 51 x 61 cm.
Missing my WIFE missing my SON missing my DOG missing my PARENTS missing my HOMELAND
oh ok. 1200 lines of oral poetry and the one singular instance in which odysseus smiles is when he gets to finally reunite with penelope..
dostoyevsky kinda ate with “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”