source: The Fort Worth Star-Telegram, December 18, 1902.
The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it
It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.
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If I could be always with her there would be no difficulty in being good for she would always tell me right & I should always obey her.
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Small Omens - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
(sitting in front of the fire with a warm something to drink is my favorite Christmas eve activity)
Happy Chrisman!
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theres-no-protocol-for-this
I can’t find it on tumblr and IT CHRISMAS GOD DAMMIT.
MERR CHRISMAS.