THE BOYS | 3.08 The Instant White-Hot Wild

THE BOYS | 3.08 The Instant White-Hot Wild

that is what home is, to me.

FMA is insane to read because you're like hey this is fun worldbuilding and I love the characters maybe this will be a fun time and then there's like a single moment where you're like IT'S ABOUT LOVE??? THE WHOLE TIME????????? And then you're changed forever as a person!

I said, “Honey, I don’t feel so good, don’t feel justified. Come on, put a little love here in my void.” He said, “It’s all in your head.” And I said, “So’s everything.” But he didn’t get it. I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy.

FIONA APPLE // Paperbag

Ada Limón, from “The Hurting Kind,” in The Hurting Kind

[text ID: Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort / of horse he had growing up. He said, / Just a horse. My horse, with such a tenderness it / rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. / I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.]