//okay so I'm having a bit of a nightmare, can't remember the account password on here or for the email. So I can't log in on my computer - I may have to remake and just follow everyone again so I'll send people messages if it comes to it.

//hello! I am not in fact dead, just sitting exams!!!

It has made me better, loving you.

Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady (via alighttwixttruthandintellect)

Jimmy and Angela Darmody’s wedding photo (x)

"I wasn't sayin'..." He sighed a little and took a clumsy step forward. "I really was askin' what she did, I was... makin' conversation." He had to admit he didn't understand her sometimes. The women he'd grow up with, his mother and all those bold showgirls, they were a different species from Angela. Always something to say, always loud and laughing or shouting, when they were happy they threw themselves at you, and when they were angry they screamed the house down. It was the quiet restraint that he could never know how to deal with. 

He had to laugh dryly to himself at her comment about his associates. "I ain't got no choice in the company I'm keepin'. I keep the company Nucky wants me to keep, I do just what he tells me to and work with whoever he wants me to, and that way you and Tommy get food and a roof over your heads."

Hey uhh... one of the fellas said he say you on the Boardwalk earlier... said you was with some girl - looked real friendly he said...

Angela looked up from the pile of laundry she was folding, smiling at him innocuously, her left brow arched.

"So you’ve taken to spying on me?"

Not up for an argument at the moment, she was careful to keep her tone light as well. That he cared more about her as person or possession she wasn’t sure but he did look a bit troubled. Then again, when did he not?

She’d tried to explain it before—what she felt for Mary. But she didn’t fully understand it herself nor did he really want to hear what she was saying. She hadn’t seen Aramat since they’d met over the summer, was delighted to hear she was in town for a few days. Yes, she enjoyed the company immensely, but in a platonic sense.

"That is the general idea, you know. Friends acting ‘friendly’ toward one another."

[text]: can u save the lecture for when i don't maybe have pneumonia xxxxx

[text]: no lecture baby, statment of fact. I'm comin. xx

[text]: oh god ok yes pls but can u pick me up as well pls i will love you forever xxxxxx

[Text:] when am I not at your beck and call huh? Xx

[text]: can u get pneumonia from walking in the snow after a night out? asking 4 a friend xxx

{text} Maybe. Does your 'friend' wanna come home and I'll run her a bath? xxx

We were never poetic, we were just fucked up.

there’s still glass in my palms from that night. (via frcddie)

"I just... I get rubbed the wrong way I guess, when the fellas make jokes about me... that I ain't good enough for my own wife." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of neck and picking up a shirt to fold, his eyes focused on the task. 

"So, what's she do then? She live around here?"

Hey uhh... one of the fellas said he say you on the Boardwalk earlier... said you was with some girl - looked real friendly he said...

Angela looked up from the pile of laundry she was folding, smiling at him innocuously, her left brow arched.

"So you’ve taken to spying on me?"

Not up for an argument at the moment, she was careful to keep her tone light as well. That he cared more about her as person or possession she wasn’t sure but he did look a bit troubled. Then again, when did he not?

She’d tried to explain it before—what she felt for Mary. But she didn’t fully understand it herself nor did he really want to hear what she was saying. She hadn’t seen Aramat since they’d met over the summer, was delighted to hear she was in town for a few days. Yes, she enjoyed the company immensely, but in a platonic sense.

"That is the general idea, you know. Friends acting ‘friendly’ toward one another."

"There's nothin' wrong with my shoes! They all have different uses."

There's a reason that all my shoes are on the bed right?

"I’m reorganising!"

"Also, baby, you need new shoes.Like, really badly.”

"Ahhh,  what's her name?" He blinked at her, his face free of anger now but still held in a state of unreadable stillness. "I won't tell you what to do Angela, if I learnt anything from my mother it's that it ain't no good trying to control a woman, if she wants to run circles around you then she'll have made eight trips around before you even notice."

Hey uhh... one of the fellas said he say you on the Boardwalk earlier... said you was with some girl - looked real friendly he said...

Angela looked up from the pile of laundry she was folding, smiling at him innocuously, her left brow arched.

"So you’ve taken to spying on me?"

Not up for an argument at the moment, she was careful to keep her tone light as well. That he cared more about her as person or possession she wasn’t sure but he did look a bit troubled. Then again, when did he not?

She’d tried to explain it before—what she felt for Mary. But she didn’t fully understand it herself nor did he really want to hear what she was saying. She hadn’t seen Aramat since they’d met over the summer, was delighted to hear she was in town for a few days. Yes, she enjoyed the company immensely, but in a platonic sense.

"That is the general idea, you know. Friends acting ‘friendly’ toward one another."

"Sorry Cecelia. Here was me panicking I'd attacked a stranger but it's just you huh?" he bit his lip for a second when he recognized her, deciding it was now okay to pick her up and put her on a chair now he wasn't at risk of being clocked for his trouble. "Well you do weigh about as much as Tommy, but I think I'll get you a coffee first before I heroically carry you back to your place."

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  She sucks the air in through her teeth, her leg flinching away. Since she finally has to look away, she’ll look up, giving a small laugh. “Jimmy! Oh my god, you—” she avoid calling him a rude word, her hand moving to his cheek for a moment instead. “You’ll have to carry me home now.”

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