After the Disco

This is your description. "Cause I'm waiting here much too long and don't assume that I need your love. The chill of night has got you dancing away and I'm not the dreamer or the dream you're out there looking for"

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“Caleb, are you going to the gala or not?” Alexa asked, leaning over the stairway railing. “It’s a simple question, which means I’d like a simple answer. I don’t need a diatribe, just a yes or a no.”

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Caleb rolled his eyes. “That word alone sounds pretentious, gala. But no, not if he’s going to be there, and we both know he will be since this is his event. I’ve exceeded my quota of times I’ll play the good son for him.”

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This is an ask.

This is an answer.

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“Who are you to give me advice on how to be a good father? In case you’ve forgotten, I have you as a father and that’s an experience no one should ever have,” Caleb scoffed.

William let out a sharp laugh before responding. “Caleb, the better question is who are you to think that you are or will be better than me? You and I are the same and the more you try to reject it, the more you become like me. Anybody who tells you otherwise is lying to you and probably just wants to use you. There’s no use deceiving yourself.”

“But I’m not you and I’ll never be you. I will not destroy others the way you do. You turn people into monsters, and I won’t do the same.”

“No, you don’t need to make other people into monsters because you’re already a monster. I do have one last question, and then we can be done here. Assuming both your son and you survive this thing, will you ever tell him that you’re a cold-blooded murderer?”

Caleb tried to keep his hands from shaking but he failed. Unable to respond to the question, he hung up the phone and hoped that he would never speak to his father again. He knew all too well that that would not be the case. 

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All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

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Those first brief sparks have disappeared, and the ashes have become very cold indeed.

Copenhagen, by Michael Frayn (via elirps)

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Estella: Just try and understand where he's coming from

Declan: If he were acting sane, I could

Estella: And that's why Thanksgiving always ends in fist fights

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“I am trying, and I’ve been trying. These people just want to know my deep, dark secrets, and they don’t need to know them. They don’t get it. I’m not the problem.”