jillian, 30+, the dying archipelago. ex-island doctor/motorcycle rider/wrangler of disasters. specialist in failure. maelstrom-mouthed fish-trap. head full of lightning, hat full of rain.
And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life,
make it more than it is—
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awakening, depths opening to you.
In the dusky bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again.
And suddenly you know: that was enough.
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.
funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay
baffled by people who (apart from their own club) only want to see man city to win the prem. i want my own club to win obvs but i would rather see literally any random club win it than sit back and watch football further fall to the evils of money and the knowledge that the richest man in the room will always win no matter what you do