⠀ ⠀ that’s right . no questions . ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ i need a ride . you have a car . ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ it’s for the dog . she’s sick . ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ no , i’ll tell you where to go and you’ll drive . ⠀ ⠀

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⠀ slumped down at the kitchen table , she trucked a knee up to her chest . poured whiskey into a mug of coffee . “ happy birthday . ” a cheers to the blank space across from her . ⠀

and the only time we've held hands is when i threw a punch and you caught it,

⠀ ⠀ she leaned her forehead against the frame for a moment . just a while longer ; tear those seconds open wide . “ come with me . ” kathryn smiled at the words as soon as she spoke them & shook her head . then , after a pause : “ it’s alright . i know . ” ⠀

more comfortable in bad situations / sucker for a little devastation

H of H: I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. Th: Give me your hand. H of H: I'll stain you. Th: I'll take it.

she doesn't sleep not a wink, 'cause she knows what she needs and you'll be incorporated if she likes what she sees,

⠀ the body landed with a hard thud . funny , how the biggest men fell the fastest . she wiped the knife clean & blew the hair from her face , thinking a frightening thought : that lately , she felt unmoved . that lately , she felt capable of anything . ⠀

i want to know what to do with the dead things we carry.

⠀ hm . . . ⠀

⠀ & the snow was still in the mountains . spring hadn’t made it this far up . rifle in hand , she traced a path through the trees , each breath turning grey-blue before her . ⠀

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