Ice Patterns. Värmland, Sweden (April 17, 2017).

Mommy needs you to smoke the whole cigarette so you grow up big and strong, ok sweetie?

first person to eat a sausage an onion and a pepper together must have cummed themselves straight to death

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LET THE LIGHT IN

i think i genuinely need attend a support group for succession fans still thinking about the series every day and struggling to cope under the weight of its absence. like every day i am agast the succession writers showed me all that, opened my mind to thoughts hitherto unthunk and then ended it and i am supposed to what? move on? i've had my standards for television and storytelling, perspective on myself and society irrevocably changed and afirmed all at once and i am just meant to go back to normal life?? anyways, who wants to join the support group? haha kidding!!!!! unless-

did you hear they're gonna start publicly executing anyone with a glimmer of hope and a light in their eyes

Discord has introduced microtransactions to make only specific users hear sound effects. Skype is back as a livestreaming platform. X is now marketing “twitter” as a paid-only private area to post in on X. There are clouds gathering above the field now. There’s an ache in your tooth when you eat something sweet, sharp and stabbing, but you put it off. The wind makes the puddles in the mud ripple after it rains. When you look out, you like to pretend they are deeper, deep enough to drown in. You wonder if you’d still be able to see just how big the cloud-heavy sky is as you fall beneath the surface. You wonder if you’d hear the first drops of rain. You wonder how the wind always seems to find you out there. The field is large, and it is cold outside. Come inside now. It’s getting late.

SUCCESSION 3x06 | What It Takes written by Will Tracy

TOM: Did it feel good, when the fascists hoisted you up like the Stanley Cup? GREG: They’re not good guys. I should have said something. TOM: I’m kidding, Greg. You can’t. You can’t change people’s minds. GREG: Sure. (Greg swallows, looks at Tom. Maybe they do change people’s minds. Tom looks at him.) TOM: Greg, shut up. Give people what they want, then walk away. After that, it’s their shit.