Its Too Early In The Day For Me To Be Crying Like This

it’s too early in the day for me to be crying like this

no but i'm crying into my soup again hannibal had all day at LEAST to prepare for confronting will about his betrayal and we know how impeccably he can construct his person suit but he was STILL hesitant and emotional and crying during that kitchen scene like. he either decided not to hide his emotions from will or he actually couldn't like hhhh the heartbreak and the anger when he says "i let you know me. see me" he literally sounds like he's seconds away from his voice breaking he is stripped BARE. he could have approached will in that kitchen as the chesapeake ripper but he didn't, he went to him as hannibal lecter and fffffff

so was no one was gonna tell me that the painting saturn devouring his son was found painted directly onto the walls of the artist’s home after he died and that it may not even be depicting the greek legend, that’s just the most common interpretation??????

going absolutely deranged

Ladies, gentlemen and non binary ppl

I present u

Mads mikkelsen

“There are times when

my longing for you overwhelms me …

so often I can think of you

only with teeth clenched.”

"This is an apology for the things I have to say

about us to get over us.

I feel most like myself when I am washing blood off my hands in the shower;

and I hope whatever is eating you alive

does it as slowly as possible.

I know it doesn't sound like it,

but this is a love poem.

this is a love poem

this is a love poem,

until it isn't anymore."

"Your absence has gone through me

like thread through a needle.

everything I do is stitched with its color."

“you and I have begun to blur”

“isn’t that how you found me?”

･*。˚✧⁺．

Franz Kafka, from “Letters to Felice”

Trista Mateer “This is an apology”

W.S. Merwin, from “Separation, The Moving Target” (Macmillan Pub Co, 1963)

Hannibal, “Dolce” (season 3, episode 6, 2015)

it’s too early in the morning for me to be thinking about this yet again but alas, here i am

the parallel of "name the bait on your hook after somebody you cherish, if the person you name it after cherished you, you will catch the fish" vs "hannibal would be the best bait" never fails to drive me up the walls insane scratching at the ceiling clawing at the floor

at this point, the only thing getting me through life is Mads Mikkelsen’s tits. (i mean that with all due respect, his tits are lifesaving)