Nov 7, 2017
the barton family is fully back and i couldn’t be a happier berfie // @haroldbarton & @edithbarton
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the barton family is fully back and i couldn’t be a happier berfie // @haroldbarton & @edithbarton
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Their first spring in Waverly brought wildflowers in the yard. Purple violets, white daises, blue forget-me-nots. They dotted the grass, and Edith couldn’t resist gathering a handful up to put in a little glass in the center of their small kitchen table. Flowers always brightened a room.
“Hey Harold?” she called towards the living room as she arranged the small bouquet in the glass of water. “I was thinking we should go get some seeds this week. We could have a little garden, wouldn’t that be nice?”
haroldbarton liked “Starter call! I wanna get new things going with Clint. ”
“What the hell are you doing in New York?” Did he really care? No, okay, well yes, because Clint really wanted nothing to do with this man.
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“Boys are jerks.”
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❝ i’m here to offer you a seat at my personal thanksgiving it’s with the people in my building and it’d be dry, no alcohol, but it’s a seat with people. ❞ claire had gone back and forth on wondering if she should try reaching out an olive branch, and much of her wished she wouldn’t, but thanksgiving was a time for family and though she didn’t quite like most of her family, she knew she would regret it if she didn’t at least ask. if he said no, it wouldn’t be her fault and the guilt that would sit at her stomach would have no place being there.
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He’s at peace, serene in a way he hasn’t been for a very long time, it won’t last for long but he wants to enjoy this moment of okayness while he can. That’s what his life is most of the time, stealing small moments of happiness and holding onto it with his hands until his knuckles went white from the force of his grip.
“Y’know, I remember one day, I must’a been like five, we went to the lake and everything was good. I think it was the first good day I remember, one of the last too.”
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this was not on my christmas list santa fucked up take him back