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What do you hear Lydia?        I can hear them.                     Screaming.

What do you hear Lydia?
        I can hear them.
                    Screaming.



We need a real alpha. You know what I mean. An alpha who can do ‘alpha things’, you know? An alpha who can get it going, you know, get it- up? 


Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit


fucklinski:

through the seasons



THAT’S MY BOY!