we  were  all  supposed  to  make  it.

i am not violent. i am not malicious. i am a result.

He's doing paperwork in the office.

i'm not a good person. ask anyone who knows me. i'm mean and bitter and a failure at everything that i say. i believe i'm not a good person.

do not play coy with my longing. hunger has grown old and ugly with me.

It's Friday, and Captain Jonathan Price had coffee and pastries on his desk as a peace offering.

in the most biblical sense， i am beyond repentance.

He was sweating worse than a pastor in hell.

He hoped Price's hair sweated off.

Fuck you. At least Texas has air conditioning

i have a very childlike rage， and a very childlike loneliness.

Knocking on the door of Sergio Morales's office.

but when i die， i want it to hurt. i want to get beaten up. i want to hold on until i'm thrown off and everything ends. until that happens， i want to hope again. and i want it to hurt. because that means it meant something.

lovers to enemies... what a neat trope finally finished this :] #Graves #Soap #GraveSoap #SoapGraves #COD

Letting himself enjoy a cigarette.

Yawns and then sips his coffee.

"MacTavish."

"Christ, I hope it is."

"What?" He took a long, slow sip.

"Neither is this toothache I've got."