um friendly reminder that lydia is literally the light of my life ?? a blessing and a gift and one of the most genuine and talented and kind and selfless people on this planet !! i love her more than anything she makes me so ridiculously happy i’m adsihjfk pls go tell her u love her
today’s the one month anniversary of @onebatch and i dating and this is just a little reminder to her that i love her very much. roo is literally the sweetest, kindest, most loving girl I’ve ever met and I love her with all of my heart!! talking to her makes me smile so hard and hearing her voice and seeing her face makes my face all blushy and I love her so so so much
❛ GOOD MEN NEVER deserve to end up here. ❜ he smiles & you think ( GOD ! YOU CAN NEVER STOP THINKING . THEY PULLED THEIR TEETH OUT FOR YOU . SAY GRACE / THIS IS THEIR THANKS . ) that the night is too long , that helpless breath taken before the first shot is fired & their lives end in blood - stains that curse your heart. cigarettes burn out. people burn out. you never will. reach behind the neck , head lowers for the damned. ❛ it’s about the men. the way you found camaraderie there , their faces could’a been the last you saw. it’s about the enemy , knowing you’re fighting for somethin’ noble. is that it , sir ? ❜ those questions don’t have answers that leave you with a heart. something about the way the light shines on a new dawn. something about the scent of freedom , the solemn knowledge of THIS IS IT BOYS ! fingertips writhe in palm , adjusted jacket. ❛ america should thank you for everything you’ve done. each soldier volunteers for his nation & each is a heroic man in his own right. ❜
SCRUTINIZING GAZE O’ER stranger’s stunning duplicity . he sounds like the most honest man to ever speak ( * PERHAPS THE ONLY ONE ) but his words betray him . he looks young . frank averts his eyes . BOW YOUR HEAD , SAY YOUR HAIL MARYS , DON’T ASK HIM WHY HE’S LYING . exhale paints air around him murky gray . squints over the horizon . RISE AND SHINE , LIEUTENANT ! let the words roll between your teeth for just a moment . is that it , sir ? NO / NEVER / WORDS CAN'T DESCRIBE THE WAY YOUR HEART BEATS WHEN YOU’RE STARING DEATH IN THE EYES — LIKE THE NEXT ONE IS YOUR LAST . ❛ yeah , somethin’ like that . you ever read any of that , uh , y’know the poems by the world war ii soldiers ? now there’s not even enough time to sit down and write about all the fucked up shit you’re seeing . that’s not the kind of thing you do for praise , y’know ? you do it because you’re young and dumb and you care so much you think that might kill you first . ❜
a fresh scene , paired with a now fondly familiar face . she’s grown used to almost empty dinners , linoleum floors , top 40′s playing on repeat through cheap speakers . but sitting there , he looks a little like he’s uncoiled , a little less like a spring loaded knife . & even if she knows that’s still what he is , can’t help but smile as she sits . ❛ frank . this is new . ❜
a monster finds his natural habitat ! battered , bruised , to hell and back ! yet still lets small smile ( * RECALL : THE RUINS OF THE ACROPOLIS IN YOUR BACKYARD , A SHRINE TO DEPARTED YOUTH ) pull at corners of lips , all for her . leans back in his seat , still checking over his shoulder , eyes shifting . ❛ i’m just full of surprises , huh ? how’ve you been ? ❜
FRANK CASTLE’S hands are worn & weathered . fold around the edges of a mumbled hail mary , of PRAY FOR US SINNERS , NOW AND AT THE HOUR OF OUR DEATH ! rough palms bring to mind molotov cocktails and gun powder . callous laden , filled with bitter memory isn’t there some sick part of you that wants to go BACK ? some twisted nostalgia for the hell that stole your mind ? the way that finger of yours twitches ( * LIKE YOU MISS IT , LIKE YOU LOST A PIECE OF YOURSELF BACK THERE THAT YOU’RE STILL LOOKING FOR ) gives it away .
knuckles always SPLIT or BRUISED , beginning to think you LIKE this shit that this VIOLENCE is the only thing keeping you alive ! what would your palms look like if they hadn’t traded your youth for an M27 ? would your hands stop smelling like GUN OIL and CIGARETTES ? would you dare to be gentle ? to be kind ? would you still go out of your way to help little old ladies , to stop petty thieves and pickpockets ? perhaps you really are good , beneath the blood and gasoline . perhaps the hands used to collapse empires could become soft .
hands are all MUSCLE MEMORY , disassembling and reassembling firearms like you’re picking apart your own bones . grip the curves of thighs and hips and semi automatics . denote your heritage the way they move as you speak , like a single voice is not enough . curl around the handle of a switchblade and rest gentle on soft cheeks .