Sometimes We Need Poetry To Endure Our Most Painful Moments For It Makes Everything Beautiful

Did you hear about Ray? That he's dead? Yeah.

Hit Man (2023)

Alicia Silverstone As Cher Horowitz In

CLUELESS (1995)

Stevie nicks 1982

ma'am, I'm going to place you on a brief hold while I look for a reaction image

SABRINA CARPENTER Short n' Sweet Tour in Columbus, Ohio (September 23rd, 2024)

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Historic wildfires blaze through LA months after the Democratically-run city cut fire service funds.

News headlines rhetorically ask us to consider what happens when CA inmates - working as firefighters for roughly $6 per day - cannot contain unprecedented fires.

Billionaires drain the already water-starved state of its supply as hydrants dry up when needed most.

This system has to go.

SPECIAL OPS: LIONESS 2.02 / i love my country

GLEN POWELL & DAISY EDGAR-JONES in TWISTERS BLOOPERS, GAG REEL

call it what you want x ivy mashup - taylor swift

Friday nights

300 words of fluff for @middlingmay and @hogans-heroes 💕

gif by @violaobanion

Gale wakes up on John's couch with a crick in his neck and the weight of a long week dragging down his eyelids. He yawns and sits up. The blanket John must have draped over him bunches up in his lap. It's Friday night, the weekend a pleasant promise ahead. John's flat is warm and dark, with only the football game that put Gale to sleep and a soft light in the kitchen breaking the monochrome. 

Gale pushes himself up from the cushions and shuffles towards the light. He finds John standing by the counter, green leaves in his hand, cheeks bulging, eyes blank. When he spots Gale, he freezes in the middle of his content chewing and stares as if caught.

“What are you doing?” Gale squints at him, rubbing at his aching neck.

John resumes his munching. “Eating.”

“Raw cabbage?” Gale mumbles. He craves cold sparkling water, so he makes a beeline for the fridge, hoping to find some. “Did you wash it at least?”

The sounds of John's chewing pause, then start again. Gale chuckles and opens the fridge. There it is, his mineral water, unopened - and next to it, empty space. Save for a few jars with contents of questionable expiration dates, there's nothing inside.

“I see.” Gale huffs a laugh again as he takes his bottle and closes the door. The cabbage makes much more sense now.

He hears footsteps behind him, then large palms slide around his waist. “I was too tired to buy groceries.”

Not too tired to make Gale come untouched though. Gale decides not to mention that. “Why didn’t you order a pizza?”

John nuzzles into the crook of Gale's neck with a soft sigh. “Didn’t wanna wake you by opening the front door.”

Smiling, Gale shakes his head and leans back into John's embrace.