out of time, the whole cliche. shield’s collecting dust somewhere, and there it'll stay until sam comes back. i can't reach for it, i * won't. i am beyond it, i * am someone independent of it.
loud, bright, overwhelming world. it's just a thursday, another throwaway thursday—— what makes today different? what makes it worthy of my chest feeling as though it's collapsing on itself?
nothing, is the answer; there's nothing special, different. it's * just thursday, another day where reality feels disconnected and i seem the most disconnected of all.
i don't know, sounds like you don't wanna go beyond two skulls, which * i have done, mind you. where's the brave attitude? a little spice can't be that scary.
hey, i’m just makin’ sure! i am * just remindin’ you. we haven’t even done * two skulls yet, can you find your horses and hold them, shiv? stomach lining replaces itself every four days, and i am not about to fuck up that process.
/ shiv being called stevie because soldiers can't hear shit about fuck and shiv actually responding to it then because really, what can she do. they don't know shit about fuck. they don't!
i've learned the hard way that if you think no one's listening, someone is definitely listening. uh-huh... answer the question, stevie, what's gonna happen if i lose, hm?
if you do come looking, please use the key under the mat. i can't begin to explain to my neighbors why there's a man climbing my fire escape and cursing at the windows again.
i take hydration very, * very seriously, nobody's going raisin on my watch. when have i ever stood you up?! wouldn't dream to, anyway, not when i haven't seen you eat the sauce with the five skulls on the bottle yet.
can i at least get reassurance that nobody’s comin’ outta this severely dehydrated. and i will Not be stood up on wing wednesdays. because i will come looking, and i’ve gotten real damn good at navigating your place with my eyes closed.
quick stop at a coffee shop after the morning run became a * very extended breakfast. the view of the people, the streets full of life—— it begged for a quick sketch.