the haunting of hill house
sentence meme
did you say you took cream or sugar?
if there’s blood on your clothes, we have to take them - you understand.
you know you can leave whenever you want - i told you that, right?
i’ve been up all night. i probably said some crazy stuff.
i’ve gotta be honest. it’s a mess. it’s a real mess.
you’re good at fixing things.
talk about what happened last night.
never seen a storm make a mess like this.
i mean, i really fucked up.
i should have made more of an effort with you.
people fuck up. i guess you don’t really get that until you fuck up.
you were always good at that.
i didn’t get a chance last night to tell you how proud i am of you.
so you’re saying the best hangover remedy is heroin?
are you fucking kidding me?
you didn’t tell me that they died.
if i wanted you to know that i’d have told you that.
i’m guessing you heard what happened at the wedding.
it probably isn’t my place, but maybe she could use a little time away.
i mean, s/he’s brave, and these nightmares… they had her/him down in a corner, shaking so bad i thought s/he’d seize up dead.
we stopped coming here after dark.
never spend a minute inside after dark.
prayer’s not really our thing, but i take your point.
not everything’s about you.
if there’s one thing we can take away from today, it’s that in the end, all you guys have is each other.
we all fuck up and we can be upset with each other, but one day, we’ll wake up and it’ll be too late.
stay the fuck out of my business.
this one’s totally screwed!
you didn’t see them, because they’re dead.
i’ve seen things all week, but it’s not real.
if you don’t get your shit together, like they didn’t get their shit together, you’ll end up just like them, you understand?
it’s in our genes - it’s a sickness.
stop talking like a fucking crazy person.
i don’t want to bury you too, you understand?
i was having a horrible dream.
you’re holding a fucking screwdriver to my throat!
maybe you should take a break.
you don’t have to feel crazy.
big boys know the difference between what’s real and imaginary.
you little shits are dead.
i’m sorry i didn’t talk, and i’m sorry i didn’t listen.
it’s the regret of my life.
oh no, she’s gonna kill someone.
the big question is how aggressive do you have to be?
i mean, suicides can cluster in families.
of course you’re safe with me.
jesus christ, you’re out of line.
she used to say she was the kite and i was the line.
i don’t even know how we got there.
what the hell, you stupid asshole. what are you, insane?
we still fought sometimes, but it was different.
you’re on the same team, even in the middle of a fight.
i hope, really, that you get to experience that sometime.
i love her today as much as i did in the beginning.
can we talk when i get back?
i can’t lose anyone else.
everything i did, i did to protect you.
just take the fucking candy and go.
i’m not in the fucking mood!
what the fuck do you want?!
if you would just let me talk…
you ice people out! you always have!
i ice people out? have you met yourself?!
you fucking suck at apologies.
did you just punch me in the boob–?
that’s what you get. you get punched in the fucking boob.
some fucking kids playing a prank is what happened.
that’s not the only thing like that that’s happened here tonight.
that’s why you think you’ll never have kids?
the whole fucking family is on the brink of a breakdown and seeing things that aren’t there, hearing things that aren’t there, and that shit happened after the house. there’s something wrong with our goddamn brains.
i thought i was being kind. i really thought that.
see, we’re all fucking crazy.
did he say anything weird or do anything?
now you’re gonna listen to me.
our family is like an unfinished meal to that house.
that house is the most dangerous place in the world for all of us, but especially for you.
do you know what ‘witness marks’ are?
witness marks tell the story of the piece, if you know how to read them.
you see the marks, but you don’t know how to read them.
you just don’t know what i’m dealing with.
the fuck is wrong with you?!
i don’t need to hear your excuses or your bullshit!
do you fucking believe that?!
it spread everywhere in me, this nothing, until i couldn’t feel anything anymore.
i drank and i drank and nothing worked. i couldn’t feel anything.
i just reached for him because i had to feel something.
i felt shame, and i felt grief, and i felt scared.
i felt so fucking scared.
i had to do it, because it felt better than nothing.
thorough fucking shame was so much better than horrible, empty nothing.
