#* t. george.

[familyglued]

"stop taking pictures with your phone." TRISH @ GEORGE

front bottoms / not accepting

‘  how the hell else are my friends gonna believe i’m hanging out with patsy?  ’   forget george’s hundreds of thousands instagram followers and other high profile friends. he needs proof for this one. he angles the front camera towards the both of them, ‘ c’mon, just one selfie! please?  ’

[familyglued]

You know I need this. You know it’ll help. 4 george

chasing amy / not accepting

‘  help what? the fact that you’re actually in love with my brother?  ’  it’s hard to be around her, clinging to this idea of her, of what they could have been. he’s not sure what they want from him - bunny, spirit - some kind of surrogate or consolation. it’s unnerving, insidious in a way that settles under his skin and refuses to leave. 

‘  i don’t want to play this game anymore. either you want me, or you don’t. i can’t keep doing this.  ’ 

[familyglued]

Why don’t you shut up? Jesus! Always yap, yap, yapping all the time. Gives me a fucking headache. from harris 4 george

chasing amy / accepting

‘  hey. hey! if you think i’m gonna let the dude who fucked  bunny with a gun  – ‘

‘   and … regularly, ha … beats the shit out of people –  ’  give him a second to put it together. 

‘  …boss me around...  ’  he finishes, very weakly, now starting to sweat. yes, george. you should let him boss you around. unless you want a broken nose.

he mimes zipping his lips shut and raises his hands in surrender.