Rachel Luckett-Connor's Blog, page 131
May 10, 2015
thatroxxiegirl:
wrathofthegiraffe:There should be a word to describe that horrible feeling you get...
There should be a word to describe that horrible feeling you get when you realize halfway through telling a story that it’s not as funny as you thought it was, but it’s too late to back out. So you just finish the story and everyone listening does that awkward polite laugh and then it gets quiet, so you burn your house down, fake your death, move to Chile and start a new life as a loner fisherman.
Actually my life.
just-shower-thoughts:
Sometimes, when I get sick, I think back about the times I was healthy and...
Sometimes, when I get sick, I think back about the times I was healthy and think about how ungrateful I was to be healthy. This is probably what it feels like to be old.
May 9, 2015
nerd-fueled-weightlifter:
“There are few men with more blood on...
“There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of.
The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends.
Blood gets you nothing but more blood.
It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it.
I should never be free of it.
I’ve earned it.
I’ve deserved it.
I’ve sought it out.
Such is my punishment.”
