You’re the first person that I could see as a person. There was just something about you.
He’s like the last cigarette,
In the pack of addiction.
Within a smokeless silouhette,
She fight’s the urge to smoke.
Knowing, once lit, he’ll be gone.
And all that remains is ash upon which she’ll choke.
Just finished Season 2 of Hannibal. What the hell? Excuse me while I clean everything now, to deal with that brutal cliffhanger!!
(I think I know how Season 3 will play out, but one can never be too sure)
I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.
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