tagged by @blixabargelds, @weimarweekly, and @drylite! mwahh! giving john egan a heart attack, god bless
Gale looks small and wounded and terrified, hands wrung together in his lap. "They said your heart stopped." "That so?" John says, and even those two words are difficult to get out. He's exhausted, feels worn to the bone. He wants Gale to leave and wants him to stay here and beg forgiveness, prostrate next to John's hospital bed. He's so happy Gale is here he could weep.
tagging @pleasuretrade and @prevalent-masters if you want
don't forget to tear apart and overanalyze every detail of that entirely positive social interaction you just had that initially made you feel good but now you're not so sure ok love you
"Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.
Eve Babitz,Β Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.
βNormalβ test results are not the relief people think they are. When you wake up in pain and continue to be in pain for hours every day and your tests come back normal you donβt stop being in pain.
Gale quits smoking right before enlisting. He's not worried about breaking. Then he meets John Egan.
on ao3
yoou guys wont be laughing when i suddenly collapse unconscious and have to be taken to the hospital. then youll all see <- normal thought process to have while doing anything i dont want to
im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.