The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Do Was Forgive Someone Who Was Never Sorry.

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

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#shipped it as a kid #still ship it to this day

― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

11.22.63

I don’t wanna be that way

cause of death: boredom 

DOOM PATROL: AMENDS PATROL

Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do.

the relationship between a person and the native flora and fauna of where they grew up is something that can actually be so personal