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reset @corpatrem same dad antics, fresh look. under co.
i'm going to fuck it up a little . me too .
bradley jackson & cory ellison : the mix tape .
feeling real blegh today. think Iâm sick again. and I have like 0 inspo for tumblr though Iâve got muse for some of my dads. do I need a new blog? but then all that work to do a new blog. blegh. catch me on disco I guess: mrpapadad
will it make sense? perhaps not, but it's okay. just remember i actually have unyielding faith that one day something bigger than this world
a knife called grief // cory ellison.
You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which havenât been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know youâd do that for them.
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Jon as Jordan Sanders Maggie Moore(s) | 2023
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"honestly, alexandra," and martin will raise a brow, his body language quite relaxed as opposed to his daughter's war-ready stance. "have we not spoken about your need to explode when things don't go remotely your way?" he drums his fingers on the table, long legs stretched out as he looks across at alex.
"this is not as you say ' bait ', but need I remind you that you were the one to seek me out in the first place? I was under the impression that we weren't on speaking terms. I am merely following up. If it is my counsel you seek, then I must know the full-picture, don't I?"
â   right,  we have.  of course we have.    â   how many discussions,  exactly,  have there been over the years about her so-called dramatics?  far too many for her taste,  thank you very much.  Â
â   i shouldn't have come,  dad!  okay?  is that what you wanna hear?  that i made a mistake?  no,  no,  wait,  that'd reflect poorly on you.  no mistakes allowed!    â
âfar too late to ponder or get angry on a decision you have already made.â he tilts his head as if cross-examining her.
âyour decision to come see me must be quite an ordeal. if it is my counsel or advice you seek, Iâd ask you to get on with the question at hand, alexandra.â
âquit askinâ questions you already know the answer to, rusty.â danny huffs a laugh, looking at ease as he pours both of them another drink. âold enough to know better, but still here, listeninâ to what you think is a good idea.â
Rustyâs back imperceptibly deflates.
They sat in the middle of flashy agglomerations in the desert sprung up out of nothing. Enormously deep pockets lined up single file for chips and awaited their turn amid the excitement of pitching brows and colliding frowns; rumbling dice with throwing arms, all the hope on the floors penetrating like screws through the tiny cashiersâ opening as if the anus of the cash seas were opening out, causing great pain to the sphincter muscles.
The ribcap of Vegas was Benedictâs. Â
A syphilis infection of hotels, never quite degenerating into tabes dorsalis.
Two people had a better chance of picking out the same grain of sand from all the beaches and deserts on earth than running a black bag job here.
Thatâs what he thinks is a good idea. When the song of sirens stirs some dĂ©jĂ vu thing for a bunch of James Cagney boys, motes of dust turning in a shaft of blue and red SWAT land rover light, theyâd stop getting further away from the future born for them. Itâs being jolted back from feeling youâve lost something, not knowing what it is. It just happens.
So heâd rather pick apart the watch while itâs running.
â  All right,  â  The slap of thick glass somewhere adrift on the table rattles through to his cheekbone. He lifts his face to take a giant swig of it.
â  What else donât I know about the job?  â
That's furious Rusty.
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âWell Iâd say a hell of a lot more than you do, Rusty.â Danny takes his time, the liquid in his glass glistening, almost hypnotizing as he slowly takes a pull from the amber liquid.
âLook, I get the pull of it, man, butâŠâ He looks uncomfortable for half a second before his face smooths over again.
ââ- I told Tess that our last one was really my last one.â
â   earth to ben,   â   he waves a hand in front of his friend's face,  if only for the sake of being really and truly dramatic.   â   this is ground control speaking to one space cadet,  benjamin callahan,  do.  you.  read.  me?   â   he tries snapping his fingers now,   â   seriously,  brother,  it's like you don't hear me at all,  do i have to tell that entire story again?   â
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he blinks, shaking his head just for a second as if clearing his brain as if heâs pressed play on the world again and coryâs face comes back in clear.
âwhat?â he acts affronted, as if he wouldnât have have missed a single word that cory has been throwing at him.
âI heard you, cor.â ben waves, leaning back against his chair as he gives him his trademark grin. âsomebody is in trouble, micklen is an asshole, and you rode on your white horse and saved the day â- yadda yadda, am I right?â
just chilling in Iceland right now. sorry for the even slower dash. âșïž
lmfaooooooooooooo
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traveling this next week! will try to reply to some things before. đ
What are you doing here? Came to see you. Also business affairs. Mostly you. THE MORNING SHOW 4.04 | Love the Questions
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' Come on, how old are you? '
' How do you have so much history up there? '
1984. July. He knows the date, too. Reuben Tishkoff said it in his journal. God, he still writes like Hemingway paints a blank page, only on the influence of Beluga caviar, sturgeon-fished from the Caspian Sea and warmed in the same mouth that fired the banks before they wouldn't lend him.
Orrr, he just got it the easy way. From Tess....... Which Danny'll already know.
âquit askinâ questions you already know the answer to, rusty.â danny huffs a laugh, looking at ease as he pours both of them another drink. âold enough to know better, but still here, listeninâ to what you think is a good idea.â
I admit I canât shake the idea that there is virtue in suffering. Whereby if you embrace success, happiness, and comfort, these things must be paid for.
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