I absolutely adore these two together, which I have said many times, and will never get tired of it. However, what I really want to know is: WHERE CAN I FIND A PURPLE PEASANT BLOUSE LIKE THE ONE SHE IS WEARING IN THIS SCENE? LOVE IT! ( and the RED ONE IN “THE INCIDENT” TOO.) Does anyone have any suggestions? Know any costume makers or designers? Seamstresses?
#suliet #costumes
me everytime i talk abt LOST love triangle and how much i hate it:
IT INSISTS UPON ITSELF!
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Josh Holloway’s DUSTER is moving up the charts again from word of mouth almost a year after HBO canceled it too quickly one week after airing season 1 finale! Catch it if you can and pass the word. Such a fun show!
HBO’s Cancelled-Too-Soon 8-Part Crime Thriller Gets a Second Life
The concept of “republican macho man with grindr downloaded” is sending us. He’ll say he’s just looking for anal sex and that with women it’s too much trouble.
lost rambles 1x12-1x13
I did not see the incest coming
killing women to advance men’s story arcs is an old tradition but at least here they only killed the women in a drug-induced hallucination
im hoping they really develop Shannon’s character because it’s very clear she has been taught that she only has one purpose and that all men (including her brother) only see her for that one purpose
Woke up exhausted from fighting a stalker in my dream; trying to protect someone and a child, I did not feel fear, but I was the last line of defense.
It’s very cold in my bedroom today. A warm arm wrapping around me and pulling me closer after that dream would be DIVINE.
It’s been so long. 14 years since I lost a friend I loved since kindergarten, John “Jack” Santopietro. He was taken off of life support on 3/16. The day before his favorite holiday. I completely forgot one of his nicknames was Bubba, and I call my son Jack that. John was one of the most wonderful, kind people you could ever meet. A month before his passing one of my sisters ran into him at a bar, he asked if she was my sister (red hair), and went on to tell her what a great girl I am. It warmed my heart when my sister told me, she said “girl he sounded like he was in LOVE with you”. He was my first crush in elementary school and I always loved him as one of my first friends in life. I was devastated having to switch schools and losing touch with everyone because my Mom didn’t warn me. One day I woke up to get ready for my 4th grade class and she said “you’re going to a new school”. I didn’t get to say goodbye or exchange house phone numbers, it was terrible. But holding mutual love for one another for the rest of our lives was beautiful, and I’ll always hold him in my heart. And yes, fully intended on getting a tattoo in his memory for many years. I think this is that year. Thank you for being part of my inspiration to name my son and changing my life at such a young age when I needed that bond the most. In another Universe, you’re still riding that motorcycle. You’re a firefighter. You still help the community and I bet you’re married by now. You lead a long, fulfilling life, and you’re so very happy…
It’s never done. John 3:16 💙🍀
As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken.
It was hard to know who was more crazy. Me… or everyone else.
Here they come again. Worming their way into the black matter of my brain.
I told myself… they cannot touch me. They are all dead.
I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead.
Hunted by scavengers. Haunted by those I could not protect.
So I exist in this Wasteland.
A man reduced to a single instinct:
Survive.
met josh holloway at fanexpo. lost fandom where are you please come back. the kids miss you.
i bought junmin pocas and the sender lost them in the mail……. junmin pocas i hope you one day find your way back to me im so sorry this is happening—
Everyone on that island is bisexual Ana is just the only one who will admit it
I wandered off the road again,
a path I couldn’t trace,
and stumbled on a crowded town
where every soul seemed strange.
Too tired to keep searching on,
too worn to roam alone,
so I stayed among their voices
far away from what was home.
I copied words I barely knew,
their gestures and their tone,
learned customs like a borrowed coat
until they felt my own.
I called them friends, or tried to,
though something felt untrue,
for deep inside I understood
they always somehow knew.
They knew I was an outsider,
an echo out of place,
a stranger wearing borrowed skin
they’d never quite embrace.
Yet one among them caught my eye—
dark hair and ocean blue—
a girl who seemed as lost as I,
though she never had a clue.
They claimed to know her spirit,
as if they could pretend,
as though by saying she was theirs
they’d make the story end.
But why was I the misfit here?
Why could I never blend?
And why did thoughts of her alone
return me to the end?
Because she woke the truth in me,
she made my vision clear—
that I must leave this borrowed life
and disappear from here.
How I would take her with me
to roads where we belong,
but she still dreams inside their world
and thinks there’s nothing wrong.
Her eyes ignite a fragile hope,
a spark that cuts the gloom,
a ray of light from metal rings
that softly start to bloom.
And strange it is that someone rare,
one never meant to stay,
could be the quiet voice that tells
a stranger: walk away.
So now the road awaits again,
the path I always knew.
I have to go.
