Bless your heart, but i get it. Being raised to act ugly and treated as some sorta ragtag superstar musta been real real difficult for ya. You’ve been gittin’ above your raising and heavens to betsy knows you aint worth a nickel or a penny off the court – yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I have been fixing to say that your intricate and endless daddy issues are like having three gallons of crazy in a two gallon bucket. I know it aint entirely your fault that you could start an argument in an empty house and lose and I know you’re not capable of having polite conversation with anybody like every other normal human being can, but goodness gracious i don’t think any of these fine people should have to put up with this much of your back talk. Pity only gets you so far sweetheart and the lot of us got tired of saying ‘honey hush’ six insults ago. So please, please, for all things holy, go sell crazy somewhere else darling. We’re all stocked up here
On the first day of summer break, Andrew returns to the dorm and says, I want to break up.
Well, his exact words aren’t I want to break up, because they never really use terms that other couples use, like we’re a couple, or we’re dating.
What Andrew says is, I want to put an end to this.
It’s the end of Neil’s first year, a few months after Baltimore, after spring break, after the championship. When Andrew had gone out earlier that day, right before the sun had risen, Neil had gone out for his run. He had returned to the suite, which had been as empty as when he had left, so after taking a shower and eating some apples, he had pulled out the Russian textbook they bought together and studied it.
He is quiet for a while, thinking, staring at Andrew’s unmoving face. In the scalding afternoon light, the planes of Andrew’s face are stark; strong lines that look like they’re drawn in fine ink. His cheeks are a bristling pink against his usually pale skin. It’s because of the heat, Neil knows. Freckles are sprinkled across the bridge of his nose like cinnamon.
If that’s what you want, Neil says, then I’ll go with it. But just know that I don’t want this to end.
Andrew doesn’t say, everything ends, like he once did. Instead, he continues to be silent.
Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now I’m crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
On the first day of summer break, Andrew returns to the dorm and says, I want to break up.
Well, his exact words aren’t I want to break up, because they never really use terms that other couples use, like we’re a couple, or we’re dating.
What Andrew says is, I want to put an end to this.
It’s the end of Neil’s first year, a few months after Baltimore, after spring break, after the championship. When Andrew had gone out earlier that day, right before the sun had risen, Neil had gone out for his run. He had returned to the suite, which had been as empty as when he had left, so after taking a shower and eating some apples, he had pulled out the Russian textbook they bought together and studied it.
He is quiet for a while, thinking, staring at Andrew’s unmoving face. In the scalding afternoon light, the planes of Andrew’s face are stark; strong lines that look like they’re drawn in fine ink. His cheeks are a bristling pink against his usually pale skin. It’s because of the heat, Neil knows. Freckles are sprinkled across the bridge of his nose like cinnamon.
If that’s what you want, Neil says, then I’ll go with it. But just know that I don’t want this to end.
Andrew doesn’t say, everything ends, like he once did. Instead, he continues to be silent.
Nothing but My Aching Soul 