There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.
Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.
No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙
Cabeswater
I miss Arthur Morgan and his sad man swag, his doomed aura, his radiating despair
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if you write for jack marston just know you deserve the world
i fear my type is gunslingers with tb
the gangsey actually didn’t forget noah when he faded from time and they think and talk about him all the time and miss him very much. he is gone from reality but not from their souls. i know this is true because i said so.
(tearing up) (voice shaking) (voice breaking) (sniffling) i ain't got no father, i ain't got no father, i ain't got no father to buy the clothes i wear
(sobbing) (shaking) (on my knees) i'm a poor lonesome cowboy i'm a poor lonesome cowboy i'm a poor lonesome cowboy long away from home
they can never remake tombstone (1993) because nobody can ever serve as much cunt as val kilmer did while playing doc holliday