Have a awesome evening listening to top musical artist and assist in fighting Multiple Sclerosis. Upcoming donation exhibit in LA in conjunction with @rockagainstms and @artonscene. All sales and proceeds go to the Rock against MS foundation. I will be there to help raise money for this important and personal cause. Stay tuned for more information. #rockagainstms #artonscene #sirrender #sirrenderart #multiplesclerosis #jointhefight (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8HlsMJhgVy/?igshid=h75flhwyybf4
We need to stop Article 11, 12a, and 13! These new articles will change the internet for the worse. They will copyright almost everything in the EU which will affect everyone else from all around the world too. Lots (if not almost all) memes, Youtubers, and many other content creators from the EU will disappear from the face of the internet. I'm positive they will find the smallest and most littlest ways to strike down every content creator who obeys these articles! This will benefit big, famous companies and ONLY big, famous companies. These articles will put MILLIONS out of jobs and nobody really seems to care! Please join the fight and help have the internet! Spread the word NOW!
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Jeffmads & "things you said when we were lost"? (making up my own lol)
James wanders at night. He touches everything in the apartment, sometimes twice, as if to remind himself that everything is really there - as if to remind himself that these are solid objects, that they’re real, that they exist. Maybe it’s to convince himself that he exists in a corporeal form. Maybe it’s just ritualistic at this point. Even he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t wake Thomas up for his nonsense. He knows Thomas would fret about his pacing. He knows Thomas would get in the way. It’s easier just to let Thomas sleep. This way there’s no awkward questions or prying eyes, just him in the silence of a sleeping world, running his hands along the back of the couch and weeping softly.
Every night is like a final goodbye. He touches these objects, these things, like they’re old friends and he’s saying farewell. There’s no guarantee of how much time he has left and these night time rituals ease the pain of uncertainty somewhat.
Sometimes, though, it’s not enough. On nights like tonight his goodbyes aren’t enough to quiet the ache in his heart, so James pulls on one of Thomas’s hoodies, shoves his feet into his sneakers, and lets himself out of the apartment. He shivers a little in the hallway, gazing about as he tries to decide whether or not to go for a walk. He doesn’t have his elbow crutches and he knows he won’t get far without them. Still, his heart hurts, and he needs to be outside, under the moon, saying his goodbyes to the rest of the world.
He takes the elevator down. It’s only three floors, so before he knows it, he’s limping through the lobby and then out onto the street. James knows that walking very far is a bad idea; he just sits on the curb and gazes out into the night. He and Thomas live in a quiet suburb, in a relatively new development. Social housing. He supposes he should be grateful to the government for letting him live in a place with such low rent, but out here he feels disconnected from humanity. Maybe that’s not just the location - maybe that’s the sickness. The dying. Whatever it is, he hates it.
James can smell wood smoke and hear soft squeaking that might be bats. The world is silent and he can drift, letting his thoughts wander. Will it be quick? he wonders. Will he see it coming? After so long being ill he thinks he should expect it any day now - but his heart is still beating, his lungs are still swelling, and when Thomas kisses him he feels really alive. When Thomas holds him he feels every inch of his skin crackle with the electricity in his touch.
Why, then, does he want so badly to be done with his life?
It’s the waiting, he thinks. It has to be the waiting. The waiting is tiring, it’s endless, it doesn’t give him a single moment to just be him. His entire life is a waiting room.
Thomas bursts onto the street.
“Jemmy,” he breathes. “Oh, God, Jemmy, I was so worried - I woke up and you were gone -”
“I’m okay, TJ. Come sit,” James says.
Thomas sits beside him on the curb and wraps an arm around his waist. “Why are you out here?” he asks.
“I needed to say goodbye,” James tells him, and he feels Thomas stiffen so he continues, “I’m not gonna do anything. I’m just so tired, Thomas. I know it can’t be much longer.”
“We’re doing our best to get you through all this,” says Thomas.
James shakes his head. “No. I know. But it’s still … exhausting. I know I’ll never get better. It’s easier if I say goodbye in pieces, so when the time comes I’ll be ready.”
“That sounds hard.”
Grinning, James says, “Yeah. It’s just … I spend so long waiting to find myself. You know, what I was supposed to do with my life. But it seems like what I’m supposed to do is just exist. Until I stop existing.”
“You haven’t found anything to live for?” Thomas asks. There’s pain in his voice but James ignores it for now.
