i’m too old, can you remind me why we stopped talking? the days are getting shorter again - i wake up before the sun, i finish work after she has already hidden again.
i saw you got a dog - i think. i saw you dyed your hair - maybe. i saw that you like the same television series i do - well, it seems. anything could be happening, i guess. it’s hard to tell just looking at a screen.
i’m too old - why did we fight? i can’t remember what exactly happened. i can’t remember what came up. i’ve been getting better. i’m sorry, if it’s my fault. i’m sorry even if it’s not. i’m sorry even if neither of us did anything wrong.
someone mentioned you the other day, and asked me - do you know her? as if we’d never even been friends. i had to think about it. no, i guess not. i once cried on your shoulder for half an hour about a boy who wasn’t even, like, hot.
for old time’s sake, wanna come over? it’s halloween. it used to be our season. we used to clomp through the leaves together. wanna come over? i just moved, i want to show you my tiny skein of a yard. wanna come over? my dog can meet your maybe-dog and we can drink mulled cider and get over the hard part.
i dont remember who drew the line. i don’t remember if there was even a line ever drawn, or we just grew apart, the way adults sometimes do. i think to text you sometimes - but what if you’re angry?
you used to come to my birthday parties. i used to throw parties for you. it’s kind of hard to picture, these days, as if through a fogged windowpane. a lot has happened since then. a lot has changed for me. probably for you too.
i can’t write today. i wasn’t ever really good at writing for you, specifically, anyway. i felt something too mottled. something that scalded if it wasn’t handled properly.
anyway. i’m too old. i hope you reach out. i am glad you look happy. i am glad that i’m happy too. i am glad we are both busy adults with our lives sparkling like glitter glue. i am glad like ice cream dinners and theme park tickets and closing a book. i am glad to my roots.
but i kind of wish you were here so i could share it with you.
most iconic Black Sails scenes btw in the right and correct order:
know no shame
it requires an INTOLERABLE sacrifice! to apologize! to england! they took EVERYTHING from us. and then they called ME a monster. the moment I sign that pardon, the moment I ASK for one, I proclaim to the world that they were right. this ends when I grant them MY forgiveness.. NOT the other way around!
I will stand here with you for an hour, a day, a year while you find a way to accept this outcome so that we might leave here together.
you literally aren’t old in your twenties idk who decided that but it’s bullshit. youre not even an adult until youre 18, what, do you have a 4-5 year window to (legally) do shit you couldn’t even do before and then you’re old and running out of time? you’re supposed to get your the tattoos and be done going to clubs or using tinder by the age of 25? that’s insane. you like just started
st. george and the dragon (1908-9) - briton rivière / the vigil (1884) - john pettie / vanitas still-life (1705) - evert collier / david garrick as richard iii (1745) - william hogarth / micro sff stories tweet
The beast doesn’t need to transform to be loved. He doesn’t have to turn into a boring fucking prince to be loved. Or renounce to the essence of who it is. To me love is not transformation, love is acceptance and understanding.
