Harriet Du Bois And High Stakes Witnesses: A Tragedy In Two Acts

The plot of Hannibal kind of:

You were the coolest.

« вспомни тот вид, который нам открывался с мыса: ярким пятном над морем восход. и всё, что я должен видеть — маленький глупый смысл. когда-нибудь я продолжу полёт. прости мне мои расспросы, но это невыносимо – так быстро проходит осень, так тянутся долго зимы; съедают мои детали ветер и снег. »

happy hacks day here's an avadeb edit i made ❤️‍🩹

t shirt that says i've misunderstood many social interactions

me with goncharov

how it feels like when you start yapping about an obscure movie that maybe 5 people have watched but it has burrowed so deep in your brain you can’t stop

every time someone forgets kim is balding an angel loses its wings

reject modernity embrace tradition

"blowing [someone's] brains out" sounds like it should be a sex thing tbh. missed opportunity.

I will find the strength within me to live without you, create a new, meaningful purpose, and leave everything in the past. I will be “cool” for someone else. And I know for sure that we will accidentally meet at the central jamrock on a warm summer morning in seventy-three, in the last year of the existence of Revachol. I don’t know what day or what time, but you will be with your husband and your grown daughter, while I will be tired after a night shift, yet absolutely sober and happy in my own way. I will smile at you, and you probably won’t recognize me. Or you’ll pretend not to.

Once, I prayed for that meeting, and if it had happened sooner, I would have certainly warned you about many things, tried to apologize for a lot, begged you to come back to me, and told you how terrible my years of loneliness were. But now, I am just happy for you. And for myself.

On that summer morning in seventy-three, Main Street will give the pale yet another *just a memory* of one person about another.

“ TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD - FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US. ”