.𝟰𝟱 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙩

— 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.

𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝒘𝒂𝒔.

i already buried everything ⟋ i already covered my wounds ⟋ but why is it still here ﹖

What have you been drinking?.

Grinning, House welcomed the man with a clap of a handshake, pulling him further into the penthouse. “The play! Mr Connors, is simple! And really, it is an absolute honour to meet you.” He beamed, finally letting go. “Truly, I’m a big fan!”

You're that guy from the cowboy movies. The ones that roboco did? [She remembers now, sitting with Nate as they watched them together.] Did you get thrown into Cryostasis?

“Fuck, that’s who I’ve been trying to find for over two hundred years, Col.” Using the nickname he remembered that he would say, there were others but those were lost to his memory, he’ll remember eventually. “Apparently they didn’t have room for me.” Scoffs. —

Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible, splendid... like love.

armpit WHAT

I recognize the song. Yeah, I know what movies are too. [Little eye squint.] You look kinda familiar, do I know you?