"Why did I do that?"
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"Why did I do that?"
isn't it so sick and twisted that he's only snorted while laughing TWO TIMES out of his 90 years of existence. and it WASN'T EVEN FROM THE CLASSICS!!!!!! i can't even sleep at night this is so upsetting to me
POV Your professor got fat af after 5 years
Surprised (from what I’ve seen) that there hasn’t been a modern au fanfic where Achilles has a chronic illness cause I feel like that’s a good way of interpreting his death prophecy in a modern sense.
Missing him
Father's Day
Sometimes I completely forget your gone at least for a few moments after my eyes open to yet another day I dial the number but the numbers not valid and I’m reminded that your not here anymore And it hurts, just like it did on that cold January day
I sit back down on my bed, as my legs don’t want to work I put my face in my hands and I cry I sob I laugh
Remember that time we were fishing off the dock and you dropped your brand new pole into the clear twelve to the lake floor We had chewed some mushrooms up hours ago and fishing turned into both of us trying to hook the pole which is hard enough has it is but it’s even worse when our eyes were twisted dreams
Remember when I took you to see Motley Crue as probably the best Father’s Day gift I could give and it was more fun than it’d be This was before you and I ever found solid ground Seems for us, we share in the way a guitar sounds
I know I wasn’t the best son I lied (what a shock) and I stole from you I had no respect for you until I finally lost everything and realize that we weren’t meant for that relationship You wanted to by my father and all I wanted was a dad
You were more focused on my brother the golden child, but my god we all fall and he’s just like us I’m betting that was the problem we were too alike But we got over it and the last few years we reconnected as father and son laughing together, not expecting a car crash Does anyone ever?
I cried the minute I saw you I think I knew what was about to happen there was no hope in I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye opting just for a see you latter pop
and now the smell of hospitals make me sick Your always on my mind I could use a little advice old man Who’s more important to haunt then your dumb ass loudmouth gothic son
I do not accept
Your lies, your excuses, your reasons. I accept that your intentions may be pure, but I do not accept the way you actioned them. I accept that you did it out of love but I do not accept that love; love laced in deceit and delusion is not love for me but for your own needs.
You leave me with years of soft words, days of passionate kisses, hours of ecstasy. I accept those and the memories. But I do not accept your desire to keep supplying me with the same; I am not a secret, I do not shower in shame.
You helped me clean some deep wounds and healed some too. I accept that with such gratitude and will forever remember you with a light heart. But I do not accept that you still have a pure heart or that you are offering me anything secure.
I used to think your grand gestures, your sweet words, your love, your time in isolation of your delusions and disrespect and dodgy behaviour was enough, that I could utter daiyenu. But, no, I can’t. It is not enough. I do not accept.
I do not.
I crave and need emotional connection in all forms. It’s messing with my head.