I cry for them / and for all my family the friendships of my youth / and for all my country
If I could / I’d make a boat out of my heart And sail to my home /
Bonita Cuba / in the dark ( Kurt Elling, Bonita Cuba )
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I cry for them / and for all my family the friendships of my youth / and for all my country
If I could / I’d make a boat out of my heart And sail to my home /
Bonita Cuba / in the dark ( Kurt Elling, Bonita Cuba )
his heart stops. no matter how hard he tries nox just can’t understand why she doesn’t want him. he doesn’t get what he did wrong. she only ever hit him once and even then it was just a slap, so he can’t have been that bad. he thought agatha was nice – a nice woman who was soft and warm, like his mam. as she drags him out he’s kicking and screaming, trying to latch onto a doorframe or chair but his fingers always slipping. where is he supposed to go? he doesn’t know how to get back home to his daddy. he probably doesn’t want the boy anymore anyway. he lurches forward, arms wrapping around agatha’s middle and hugging tight. one last desperate attempt. “ mama please —- “
Well if she didn’t feel evil, she certainly felt evil now. Tries not to hear, tries her hardest not to care. She’s got the door open and she’s lugging him out, careless but still careful. Not really paying attention as she drags and pulls. He’s so small. Agatha fears for a moment that she’s hurting him but she shakes it away. Gentleness only gets you so far. Force and hatefulness sometimes are the best weapons. ❝ I can’t do this Nox. I can’t. I can’t! ❞
I haven't followed you very long but all I'm gonna say is you're a treasure and deserve the world in his fullest sugar <3
THIS IS SO SWEET! LIKE I’M STILL CRYING OVER THE FACT THAT YOU MADE ME ART! YOU’RE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST!
//tbh fucK ANYONE THAT ROMANTICIZES OR PLAYS AROUND WITH SENSITIVE ISSUES LIKE ITS A GAME, & you are a STRONG PERSON ok. You're strong, you're wonderful, & I hope in the future there's nothing but bright opportunities for you
full offense but ilu and you're my favorite child .. dont tell sebastian ✨💖✨
I’m tattling but I’ll keep your affection anyways!!
Whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse, or songs that get you into the writing mood—pick 20 songs you find give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse—then tag your favorite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels.
Tagged by: a lazy hoe, @breakfromrioabajo
florence and the machine / queen of peace
beyonce / satellites
into the woods / no one is alone
michael jackson / human nature
azealia banks / ice princess
girls generation / lionheart
nina simone / don’t let be misunderstood
little mix / i love you
fka twigs / two weeks
missy elliot / get ya freak on
from hercules / i can go the distance
kelela / all the way down
erykah badu / window seat
michael jackson / black or white
zayn / pillowtalk
earth, wind and fire / that’s the way of the world
parliament funk / one nation under the groove
nicki minaj / anaconda
foxy / get off
lil kim and missy elliot / cell block tango
Tagging: everyone!! if you see it, you’re tagged ( bc im also lazy
Happily I was mistaken.
❝ The truth behind a lot of things are not as bad, I think. What surprised you this time? Something really good I hope. ❞
An Agatha for @honeycrafts bc honestly Agatha is the sweet queen and the mod deserves the world tbh I hope you don’t mind the messy doodle!
skin tone godiva.
somebody take care of nox after agatha quite literally kicks him out onto the street and then drinks to make herself feel better.
ANGER twitches on her usually restrained features, lips parting to deliver a heated remark that never comes. it’s rare that she experiences a loss for words, but in the moment, in becomes apparent to her that no matter what her reply, she accomplishes nothing. she is WOUNDED, and though the truth is that she is to blame for quite a bit of what she’s become, it’s true that she and her husband together had been a POISON. and agatha is right . . . swallowing the angry deflection is more FIGHT than she has exhibited in years, & only because she swallows it in favor of honesty.
❛ different. ❜
lips purse, & she sets down the cup simply because she comes to the realization that her grip had tightened to a white-knuckled hold— and she doubts that shattering the other woman’s dishes would gain her any positive regard. the clipped, one word reply is inexplicably joined by a longer explanation;
❛ before him, i was different. but not as different as i’d like to say. i’ve always. . . he isn’t responsible for the way i carry myself. he made me something different, yes, but i was PRIVATE & . . . what you’d call frustrating, i imagine, long before i met him. and in the beginning, he didn’t “HAVE” me. we had each other. we built each other up. . . it just. . . soured. he got selfish—— and i got selfish. . . and i ignored that, because it was easier. so there you go. that’s where the stick came from. i decided not to notice that we were ruining everything we had. ❜
Agatha shakes her head again. ❝ Every time I think you’re getting somewhere you take two steps back. God, when will you just hate him? When will you allow yourself to be okay and fully angry at him? ❞ Agatha thinks about walking away from this conversation. She has to walk away from this conversation and walk away from where this is going.
❝ I really don’t want to fight with you. I’m not even trying to fight with you. I just, hm, wish I could see what you saw in him. ❞
the scream scares him. genuinely, has the boy jumping out of his skin trying to back away from her. but staring up with eyes wide nox realises it’s not a threat, she’s just doing it because she can. so he returns the favour. sitting forward just a little the boy starts screeching, fists hammering down against the floor again and head shaking as his face turns red. she speaks and he screams over her, voice already beginning to hurt. “ you wanted me! you did this! you made me come inside! you made me come inside!!!! you took me away from him!!! “ over and over again, his eyes shut and head still shaking even when agatha stops. this is not his fault. she’s the one that wanted him to come inside. she could of just left food out or chased him away but instead she brought him inside and she made him think he was part of something, that he was safe.
ah, no! She thought she couldn’t do it before, but she especially can’t do it now. This is what she gets for taking WILD CREATURES off the street. This is what she gets for being loving and caring. She shakes her head, and before she can even think she’s grabbing his arm and she’s trying to haul him to the front door. Agatha knows this is beyond cruelty, beyond emotion but she also knows she wants him out. The time for patient is gone. She just acts, thinking about taking him down the stairs and tossing up out on the street. Someone else can have a big heart. Someone else can be loving and warm and open.
his hands pause and for a moment nox can feel something bubbling under the surface. he wants to hit her. doesn’t know why, just knows his arms are tense and there’s a knot in his stomach that’s making his jaw clench. tell me what you want. how can she expect him to do that when all he wants to do is stay with her and every time he tells her she gives him that look. that pitiful, sorry look. he sits on his hands, head resting against his knee. “ wanna go. you wanna go. “
She stands up because she can’t do this any more. She can’t -- she already has one child and she’s enough. She already has her own broken limbs. How can she be expected to carry Nox’s pain too? Agatha laughs but it’s so unhappy and cold.There’s a bubble of anger and fear so she puts her hands over she face and she scream. A real actual scream that came from the pits of her stomach. She worries about Valentina hearing for a moment, but gets past the feeling. She looks at Nox and screams again in his direction. ❝ you have to go! you have to get out! i can’t ... i can’t hold you and me! i’m not strong enough for the both of us! ❞ she’s stuck on words. ❝ you have to leave. i’m not strong enough nox. i love you but i’m not strong enough. ❞
❛ have you ever ended a twenty-eight year relationship, agatha? it’s just a little bit uncomfortable…. regardless of whether it was a BAD relationship. ❜
fingertips drum against the cup in hand, BITTER despite herself.
❛ i could. or i could just have you tell me. you are very gifted at at annotating my lesser qualities. do you have any inkblots you’d like me to describe, before i begin? ❜
agatha turns on her MOST slippery and sarcastic smile. she hoped she looked as bitter and TIRED as she felt with claire. all she wanted was a spine. a real one that wasn’t supported by poles or men or anything that would end up hurting her in the end. she was being aggressive, sure, but sometimes agatha looked at claire and she felt like she was looking into a mirror. the same bitterness, the same cold chill, the same NEED to seem okay because there are always eyes on her.
❝ i would, but you’d need to pay me first. i don’t think psychiatrists work for free. ❞
she shakes her head and KIND OF laughs. ❝ you know what claire? i’m almost sick of being mean to you. because ... because sometimes, i look at you and i’m looking at myself if i ever let a man have me. ❞ she reaches for her cup again. ❝ i’m looking at me if i stopped fighting. i can’t even be mad at you. you just, and you’ll eventually forgive me for this, you gave up. none of it is your fault, but you really just ... ❞
a scoff that sounds meaner than she planned. ❝ god, what were you like before frank? ❞
his hands ball into fists that bat against the floor, head hung like the soft thump thumps are more interesting than listening to agatha speak. she can ramble all she wants about how she thinks he doesn’t love her. truth is he probably doesn’t. truth is he probably doesn’t even know how to love, as cheesy as it sounds. can’t pick up something you’ve never seen or felt. in truth it’s not her that’s cold, not really. it’s just something else he never got to learn, like the alphabet, but more basic. “ mmm —– “
She tries to find some patience in herself. Agatha looks away to gather her thoughts, then looks back at him. She hates to make these decisions. She hates having to look at Nox and wonder what she feels when all she felt at first was love. She fusses with the hem of her pants, looks at his fist and his hair. She tries to think of words to make him feel better. ❝ .... love, you have to tell me what you want! what do you want me to do? what can i do to help? ❞
❝ i know they’re watching. they’re watching. ❞ Not so much a paranoid thought and more like a straight forward statement. There are eyes everywhere, and it’s not easy being this damn gay out in public. She’s literally holding Esme’s hand, thinking about inviting her out on another date. ❝ i’m trying not to think about them, but it’s very hard when i feel so visible. ❞
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