#a final goodbye

[arthurmorganswh0re]

A Final Goodbye

about: arthur writes you one last letter tags: angst, mentions of death, illness, regrets an: another angsty lil piece i put together, i thought about what arthurs last words would be to his lover if he had to say goodbye

My girl,

Don't know what good writing this'll do, ain't like I expect you to read it. Ain't like I even have the courage to send it. But the words are sitting heavy in me, and I can't carry em no more. Maybe you'll find it someday, maybe you won't. Either way, it's yours.

I've been thinking about you more and more. Reckon that ain't too surprising. Dutch's hold on me don't compare to yours, yet I let you slip through my fingers like the damn fool I am. I haven't slept proper since the day you left, and maybe that's a sign of the regret I have. I miss you somethin' awful.

I think know you were right, about everything. About Dutch, about the gang. About me not being brave enough to let go of everything for my own sake. I wish I had listened to you, left when you told me to leave, maybe I wouldn't be dyin' like I am now.

I think back on the times we had, me and you, and I can only wonder what life would've been like if I had gone with you the day you left. I ain't mad, no, I could never hold it against you. You gave me something beautiful for as long as you could. It's my biggest regret, lettin' you go. I think it's what I deserve, truthfully. For all the blood on my hands. I always told you I wasn't a good man, but you believed I could be. Maybe we were both fools for that.

Death will come for me soon, and I'm scared. I don't think I've ever admitted that to anyone, not even a piece of paper. But I am. And I'll die wishin' I could see you again. As much as I want to be selfish, I know I ain't no good for you and that it's best if we stay our separate ways. I was never nothin' good to look at, but now I'm worse, and I'd hate for you to see me rottin'. I ain't a pretty sight.

I miss the way things used to be and I still live in them memories, they make all of this mess easier to put up with. I have to fight the urge to find you, know you're okay, even if it's in the arms of someone else, someone better than me. I hate even the thought, but it's what someone as good as you deserves.

Goddamn I miss you.

Forever yours,

Arthur M.

[mysticdragoni]

“ Come back to me. “ — Season 9 Ep. 7 The Weakest Link

[bornofsnowandice]

❅ Artist

[moosetrackart-old]

Update/Pinned Post from October 11th/12th, 2020 (late night post, so days may overlap)

Hello. My name is Moose T.- or, at least, that's how I prefer to be referred to as on this blog. I use he/him/his, they/them/their/theirs, and occasionally hey/hem/heir/heirs pronouns.

I started this blog when I was 12, and I am now an adult (born Jan 20, 2002). I was ignorant about many things those years back, and my life was not as together as it is now because I was less stable and less informed, but I have learned much since last I was on this blog and throughout the years.

It is likely I won't be returning, but I thought I would give an update on the state of things and life.

My main blog as of now is @betty-fandom-blog. You can find me there, if you ever so desire to.

I am a much different person now than I was when I started this blog, as well as when I ended this blog (sometime last year[2019] or before that, I am unsure.)

I feel as if my morals, feelings, mental health, and other aspects of myself have all changed for the better. I still have flaws, I still fuck up sometimes, but it's a part of being human. And I feel I'm a better human than I have ever been.

Thank you for the memories and good times. We had a good run, folks, despite the messes and dramas I once was a part of. I was more impressionable, in a not great place and took in questionable content- which I now know is Not Good -but despite it all, I'm still here, and I'm more informed and understanding.

Thank you again. Catch you on the flipside.

MooseTrackArt, over and out.

[daesungindistress]

What Does Coachella's Delay Mean for BIGBANG's K-Pop Comeback?

While the official postponement of Coachella 2020 due to coronavirus is a bummer for all artists involved, BIGBANG especially seemed to be banking on the festival to stage a major comeback performance, and now their plans are seemingly thrown into limbo.

“But sources close to YG Entertainment tell Billboard that BIGBANG are working on a new album this year as a quartet, putting to rest worries that this was a farewell stage for the group or that new music would be dependent on the response to the performance. Also helping push BIGBANG forward is news that all four stars re-signed their contracts with YG, marking the third round of successful negotiations after the band renewed in 2011 and 2015.”

[maybeisabelle]

And I hope you’re okay. I don’t really think I ever have to forgive you, nor should I probably have the last four times this has happened, but I don’t know what to say anymore. My heart got twisted up with you way earlier than I should have. My heart got twisted up with you way earlier than it was supposed to. To be honest...my heart got twisted up with you, when I never really meant for it to in the first place. And now here I am, sitting in my car, in my driveway, after a long drive home, after an even longer shift at work today, sad yet again because I’m thinking about how everything surrounding you is categorized as, “unrequited.” I shouldn’t have to beg for your feelings in return, though I’m sure we both know falling in love with each other would be as easy as walking through the steps of a new home together, let alone beg to be acknowledged in the first place. I’m not angry, I no longer hold anger in my heart for very long, though I’m sure you’ll never learn that about me, you’ll never have the chance to any longer. I’m choosing to not message you, again. I’m choosing to not let you be embedded in my thoughts any longer. I’m choosing to take the proper time to heal this time, because any time I try to drown myself in someone else’s waters anyways, I still find myself disappoingtly able to breathe, and conscious enough to be wishing I was succumbing to your depths instead. And who is that fair to? A rhetorical question, of course. I’m choosing to sit with my sadness, and do everything I need to in order to heal, and properly move on. Perhaps that was the whole purpose of you waltzing into my life in the first place, for this to be the catalyst to me finally deciding to make healthier decisions when it comes to coping mechanisms. I don’t think I’ll know for a while, and as much as everyone knows I’m ravenous for instant answers to every question I have, I feel at peace with this waiting period. I will be okay. I just hope you will be, as well.

[filipinaarty26]

The final farewell... 

Simon Kinberg saying thank you to Sophie Turner as he congratulates her on performance the lead role. Simon and Sophie both share their final hug as they come to the end of filming...  

[busanbaddie]

ignore.

i hope you had a sh!tty a$$ birthday today. it rained so you couldnt be on that stupid rooftop you loved more than you ever even liked me. f*ck you.

happy mf birthday to the now 31 year old man i completely packed up and moved in to a new apartment, did his clothes all nice, decorated the place so it didnt look like a gd frat house who then DUMPED ME @ MIDNIGHT when i was intoxicated

i had such bad SI, sitting in my car SOBBING over you. f*cking piece of shit. YOU’RE A DAMN PSYCHIATRIST. AND YOU DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO ME??? YOU TALK TO PEOPLE EVERY F*CKING DAY. IT’S YOUR DAMN JOB.

a thank you to my bff who got me through that night.

i’m still mad at you and my therapist said this would help me get over you.

i starting smoking so much because of you. it’s like we had to be high to be with each other

i still smoke now bc it reminds me of happier more carefree times with you. but i dont want to

F*CK YOU.

you took advantage of an intern 8 years younger than you, and then didn’t have the balls to even break it off properly.

“i just don’t see a future with you”

a FUTURE?? neither did i but how can you make that judgment after 2 months. 2 months of me doing everything for you for nothing in return. we didn’t even talk about if this was a relationship at all.

i started PT for you. bc “sex was important to you.” i did that for You. like i do everything in my life, for other people. i gave that moment to you.

i gave you the deepest, darkest, hardest parts of me and my life.

and you spit on me.

then you stopped touching me.

[by the way you’re not that good in bed]

i knew something was wrong but i liked the attention.

i liked your friends, they liked me.

now i avoid that area of town just so i don’t run into you.

and now i work around the corner so that’s fun.

we did have some good times, i admit. you were funny and we riffed, and you weren’t ashamed of yourself. we sang in the car and danced in the street and i had so much fun. i had so many summer plans for us. i felt wanted.

i hope i’ll be wanted again. it was nice while it lasted.

now i’m crying and letting you go. i deserve to be free of this. i deserve to be happy again. i’m letting you go.

happy birthday, i hope you were safe. i hope you learned from me. i hope you took my parting words to heart. i hope you enjoy that book on Freud i got you, with way too much hope in my soul.

happy birthday.