GOOD THIEF .

  𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 .  

[burieshim]

@hellbentwidow​   said  :

𝒊’𝒎  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕  𝒚𝒐𝒖.

thunderstorms  were  a  sight  to  be  had  across  the  west.  lightning  strikes  the  plains,  erupting  the  peace  of  everything.   she  used  to  watch  the  light  dance  behind  the  canvas  of  a  tent.  and  now,  she  watches  them  from  behind  the  bubbled  glass  of  a  home.  a  home  that’s  all  but  grown  quiet  now.  without  john,   without  uncle.  with  the  somber  presence  of  a  boy  who  has  grown  up  too  fast   ---  and  the  looming  presence  of  age  old  ghosts.     she  wakes  every  morning  before  anybody  else.  and  she  walks  outside  to  stand  in  the  same  place.  the  same  place  she  used  to  stand  with  john.  and  drink  whiskey  with  wine,  smoking  cigarettes  all  afternoon.  but  now  she’s  alone,  and  there’s  a  rug  to  cover  the  blood.  rain  manages  to  seep  through  the  holes  in  the  roof,  and  mixes  with  the  tears  sprinkled  across  reddened  cheeks.  she’s  been  drinking.  she’s  been  coughing  too.  and  she’s  tired.  she’s  always  so  goddamn  tired.    ❛ 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑙  𝑏𝑒  𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒,  𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒.   𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔’𝑙𝑙  𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡  𝑏𝑒  𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒.   𝑠𝑜  𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛’.  ❜  the  veil  is  thinner  than  it  has  ever  been  before.  and  with  her  arms  crossed  tightly  over  her  chest,  she  looks  through  the  rain  to  the  barn  across  the  field.  wishing  that  the  doors  will  one  day  open,  and  john  will  wipe  the  sweat  from  his  brow.  he’ll  walk  back  over,  always  with  that  funny  way  of  his,  and  he’ll  kiss  her  cheek  before  heading  back  inside.

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[burieshim]

@wulvur​   said   :

' 𝒊  𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕  𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑  𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. '

she  knows  this,   she  hears  the  floorboards  creek  beneath  his  feet  each  night  when  he  rises.  he  stirs  near  windows,   like  a  phantom.  the  amber  glow  of  a  cigarette  bouncing  across  the  walls.  and  his  eyes,  she  sometimes  feels  them  watching  her  when  she  pretends  to  still  be  asleep.   she’s  gotten  used  to  it.  it’s  nothing  new  ---  because  she  has  lived  her  life  among  these  types.  people  of  the  night.  she  was  once  one  herself.    ❛    𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒓𝒆  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏’  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 ,   𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 ?  ❜    she  knows  it  ain’t  the  dead.  or  the  gunfire.  not  even  the  animals  that  lurk  around  their  heads  each  night.  it’s  something  else,   something  deeper.  the  same  feeling  she’s  had  for  a  long  while.  a  distrust  of  those  around  you.  a  restlessness  to  be  free  from  the  chains  that  only  they  have  put  themselves  in.  and  she  doesn’t  want  to  say  it  but  :   𝒊  𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒔𝒐.

accepting , 

[movierpmemes]

TAXI DRIVER (1976) feel free to change details and pronouns as you see fit. some nsfw and triggering material.

i can’t sleep nights.

figure if I’m gonna do that, i might as well get paid for it.

i’ll work anytime, anywhere.

thank god for the rain.

someday a real rain will come and wash this scum off the streets.

i don’t care. don’t make no difference to me.

i’d like to know what your name is. what’s your name?

the days go on and on. they don’t end.

all my life needed was a sense of someplace to go.

i don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention.

i believe that someone should become a person like other people.

they cannot touch her.

look over there. notice anything?

i love you.

that ___’s been staring at us.

if you had these three fingers missing on this hand and that hand missing on that hand, how would you light a match?

hi. i’d like to volunteer.

i think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

what exactly do you want?

would you have coffee and pie with me?

i think you’re a lonely person.

i saw in your eyes and in the way you carried yourself that you’re not a happy person.

i think you need something.

you gonna be my friend?

i’m there to protect you.

i gotta get organized.

you have beautiful eyes.

i never would have had the courage to talk to you.

i don’t believe i’ve ever met anyone quite like you.

i’m no pusher. i never have pushed.

damn. i gotta remember stuff like that.

this city is like an open sewer, it’s full of filth and scum.

you’re a good man.

come on, man. get me outta here, all right?

forget about this. it’s nothing.

i don’t follow music too much. but i would really like to.

you’ve got to be kidding.

i have to leave now.

taking me to this place is about as exciting to me as saying, “let’s fuck.”

can’t i talk to you at least? won’t you talk to me?

listen, i’m sorry about the other night.

i didn’t know that was the way you felt about it.

you’re only as healthy as you feel.

you’re in a hell, and you’re gonna die in a hell like the rest of them.

i’m gonna kill her.

there’s nothing else. i’m gonna kill her.

you must think i’m pretty sick or something.

things got you down?

i got some bad ideas in my head.

you do a thing and that’s what you are.

that’s about the dumbest thing i ever heard.

loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere.

i’m god’s lonely man.

you make the move.

don’t try it, you fuck.

you talking to me?

who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?

here is someone who stood up.

one day there’ll be a knock on the door, and it’ll be me.

i’m hip.

buddy, you don’t look hip.

i don’t like my real name.

i want to help you. i can help you.

didn’t you ever hear of women’s lib?

god, are you square.

what makes you so high and mighty?

didn’t you ever try looking at your own eyeballs in the mirror?

i don’t know who’s weirder, you or me.

my whole life is pointed in one direction.

we are the people.

i’ll kill you! i’ll kill you!

don’t shoot him!

hello, ___.

so long.

[anistonjen]

[dadalux]

Evan Schreiber

[burieshim]

heavyburden‌:

“   AND  SURELY  THAT  IS  THE  LAST  MISTAKE  THEY  WILL  EVER  MAKE.     ”          silly  as  it  may  be,  there  is  legitimate  concern  in  the  way  he  lingers,  in  the  way  he  listens.   a  gloved  hand  offers  up  a  warm  cup  of  coffee,  something  made  just  for  her.          “     you  ain’t  gotta  worry  about  that  no  more,  miss  roberts.   we’re  gonna  take  care  of  it  and  you.   after  all,  we’re  all  tryin’  to  do  the  best  we  can  here.  it’s  all  we  can  ask  for,  it’s  all  i can  ask  for.     ”

she  takes  the  cup,   not  without  some  secondary  hesitation.   a  mindless  effect.   she  brushes  dark  strands  of  hair  back  from  her  cheek  and  turns  her  face  toward  the  sun.   it  has  finally  pulled  its  sleepy  head  over  the  trees  and  warms  her.    after  a  moment  there’s  a  puffed  sound  that  comes  from  her  lips.   frustration  is  evident  ---    ❛  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐢  𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, includin’  the  old  fools  who  think  they  could  cross  me.  ❜   arms  fold,   she  hasn’t  taken  a  sip.  she’s  already  pipping  hot.   ❛     𝐢’𝐦  ---  𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲,   𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡.  i  ---   i  guess  i’m  just  restless.  ❜

[burieshim]

outloyal‌:

— 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳: 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 :: 𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙻 𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚃𝚂.

“     well   —   i  s’pose  you  and  i  had  a  very  different  way  of  coping.   spent  more  of  my  time  causin’  a  ruckus  down  at  the  local  saloon,  making  a  whole  mess  of  things,  and  for  what?   glad  i  put  those  days  behind  me.   for  the  most  part.     ”          arthur  laughs  at  the  idea.   that  once  upon  a  time,  he  reveled  in  the  idea  of  destroying  everything  in  his  path.  now  his  back  and  joints  ached  and  waking  up  hungover  wasn’t  worth  it  anymore.   it  was  simple  pleasures,  like  enjoying  some  coffee  around  the  warmth  of  a  campfire,  in  the  company  of  someone  like  abigail  roberts  that  really  did  it  now.   he  takes  a  sip  of  his  own  before  tossing  the  leftover  to  the  ground  and  putting  the  cup  away.          “     well,   i’m  headed  to  town  now.   ain’t  for  nothin’  special,  but  if  you  wanna  come  along.   i  ain’t  opposed  to  a  little  company.   might  be  a  trip  down  memory  lane  for  ya.     ”

she  remembers  those  days,   although  she  was  never  much  of  a  drinker  herself.   she  spent  her  whole  life  around  stupid  drunks,   so  she  never  craved  the  feeling.   sometimes  even  the  smell  of  whiskey  around  camp  made  her  sick.  bringing  back  memories  of  times  before,   in  old  saloons  where  the  dust  settled  thick.   before  uncle  picked  her  up,   throwing  her  into  this  world  of  mayhem.   she  always  felt  a  better  sense  of  belonging  here.  she  was  ready  to  dismiss  herself,   glancing  at  nothing  but  sparse  coffee grounds  in  the  bottom  of  her  cup  before  he  spoke.     ❛  𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 ?  you  don’t  mind,   do  you ? ❜   eagerness  unraveled  across  fair  features.  she  looked  back  towards  her  tent  ---  surely  john  or,    no  --  hosea  could  watch  the  boy  while  she  was  gone ?   if  not  him,   miss  grimshaw  wouldn’t  mind. 

[burieshim]

horseshoe  overlook,    1899 .

[wrappedallinwoe]

[burieshim]

@ohnter​  said  : i was probably no fun anyways, was i?

     head  fell  sideways,   her  damp  hair  sticking  to  the  wet  parts  of  her  cheek.   morning  dew,   sometimes  they  thought  that’s  what  she  was  made  of.   water,    and  ice.   constantly  melting,   and  freezing  again.   freezing  you  out.     ❛ it  ain’t  like  that,   an’  you  know  it.  ❜   working  hands  moved  to  push  the  hair  from  her  face.   spotted  cheeks  the  color  of  blood  and  soft  as  roses.   ❛  it  ain’t  personal.  ❜

accepting !

[sayidjarrahs]

[burieshim]

a   girl    is   a   gun  ,       abigail   roberts  .

[itspapillonnoir-deactivated2023]

[burieshim]

@oceanfared​ you are in a hurry.

        didn’t  stop  her.   she  didn’t  even  turn  her  head.   soft  things  shoved  into  a  bag.  scarves,  empty  coin  purses,   lace  gloves ...   shades  of  pink,   and  most  of  all  ---  red.    ❛ yeah,    i  have  somewhere  to  be.   that  a  crime ??  ❜

[coastsick]

ariesa  “guerra”  esperanza ,     st.  denis,    1899.    the  bar  maid  with  an  unspeakable  past.  unknown  in  the  states,   but  a  revolutionary  on  the  plantations  of  aguasdulces .  she  can  be  found  in  the  back  streets  of  the  city,    or  working  behind  the  bar  at  the  bastille  saloon .   do  not  repost  or  claim .   mutuals  may  reblog .

[cakeandsodomy22]