she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
stop playing the victim. that’s not even a real instrument
I miss when every post was just a fandom mess with a supernatural reaction image
It is hilarious when people talk about the ambulance scene from nbc hannibal as like the pinpoint of when will started realizing hannibal is the chesapeake ripper, but in reality my guy saw hannibal in someone’s guts and realized he wanted it to be his guts
I was literally watching it and thinking "is he going to figure it out" only for the rest of the episode to happen and it turns out the only thing behind that gaze is lust.
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