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Pushing Daisies Masterpost

Season One

S1E1 Pie-lette S1E2 Dummy S1E3 The Fun In Funeral S1E4 Pigeon S1E5 Girth S1E6 Bitches S1E7 Smell Of Success S1E8 Bitter Sweets S1E9 Corpsicle

Season Two

S2E1 Bzzzzzzzzz! S2E2 Circus, Circus S2E3 Bad Habits S2E4 Frescorts S2E5 Dim Some Lose Some S2E6 Oh Oh Oh… It’s Magic S2E7 Robbing Hood S2E8 Comfort Food S2E9 The Legend Of Merle McQuoddy S2E10 The Norwegians S2E11 Window Dressed to Kill S2E12 Water & Power S2E13 Kerplunk

thelovejournals

I almost miss the sound of your voice but know that the rain outside my window will suffice for tonight. I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t spoken in months now and I wanted to tell you that someone threw a bouquet of roses in the trash bin on the corner of my street, and I wanted to cry because, because — well, you know exactly why. And, I guess I’m calling because only you understand how that would break my heart. I’m running out of things to say. My gas is running on empty. I’ve stopped stealing pages out of poetry books, but last week I pocketed a thesaurus and looked for synonyms for you but could only find rain and more rain and a thunderstorm that sounded like glass, like crystal, like an orchestra. I wanted to tell you that I’m not afraid of being moved anymore; Not afraid of this heart packing up its things and flying transcontinental with only a wool coat and a pocket with a folded-up address inside. I’ve saved up enough money to disappear. I know you never thought the day would come. Do you remember when we said goodbye and promised that it was only for then? It’s been years since I last saw you, years since we last have spoken. Sometimes, it gets quiet enough that I can hear the cicadas rubbing their thighs against each other’s. I’ve forgotten almost everything about you already, except that your skin was soft, like the belly of a peach, and how you would laugh, making fun of me for the way I pronounced almonds like I was falling in love with language.”

Shinji Moon (via wnq-writers)

2019

Starting the year with a heartbreak sure is something huh. Oh well. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. Officially cutting you from my life. Bye!