#dawsonisms

[rdxwson-archived-blog]

      “I can’t imagine Monsieur Monet BLUSHING.”                                                                      “ -- He does LANDSCAPES.”

[snapsfordoe-blog]

"Please don't go."

❝ get off of me. ❞        she snatches her hand away from him; despising his touch (especially         used to distract her from packing). a moment later, she was THROWING         things. anything, really, that the small redhead could get her hands on:         shoes, jewelery, books. you name it; she threw it. afterwards ( & as he         flashed a look of ‘do you feel better now?’, lily sank onto her bed,         covering her flushed face with quivering fingers. ❝ don’t go? - god,         love, you say that as if i have a choice. ❞ her voice unravels; he’s really         gone & done it now. ❝ i wasn’t raised to be a bloody dolt. staying here -         with you - isn’t possible. ❞

                                       do these jewels matter? the dresses?                                                          no.

        lily left the unfinished suitcase where it lay & wound her scarf around        her neck. she pulled on her coat; buttoned herself in. all this done        without meaningless words transpired between them. & just when you         predict lily ‘ maturepants ‘ evans is about to leave things alone as she         opens the door, the young witch fixes him with a pained look & snaps:        ❝ you can just go to hell, jack dawson, & leave me alone. i mean it. ❞ 

                                                                      SLAM.

[snapsfordoe-blog]

dawsonisms.

sending u hugs and positive vibes my friend