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Mi fido sempre... Sbaglio troppo!
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Psalm 118:8 (ESV) - It is better to take refuge in the LORD than to trust in man.
Desefrenadas 1x03
‘Marcela, come here...Come. Eat something.’
To Trust Is To… Journal Entry
to trust is more meaningful than to love…to be trusted is an honor to receive…when we are at our most vulnerable…our weakest, if you will…our time of incredible self doubt…it is then we need to be with the one we trust most…to hold our head up if necessary…and tell us its not like that, at all…not forgoing privacy, for everyone deserves that…but to gain that privacy, it must not be filled with a story, unless it is a true story…not to simply look the other way….because without trust…you have nothing, no foundation on which to build a life together, or even a friendship upon…looking the other way, often enough, is a reason to look toward a change in your path…..no one deserves to be treated like its fine so long as you don’t know that you… are a secret.
i wish i didn’t exist everything i do is wrong i’m a waste of a fucking person no one in my life cares about me no one wants to deal with my problems everyone has better things going on better friends if i went away nobody would even care i wish i had someone to hold me and tell me everything’s going to be okay but i don’t i am a stupid worthless piece of shit that just causes problems and never does anything right everyone in my life is just disappointed in me no one likes me i’m a waste of time waste of a student waste of a daughter waste of a sister waste of a friend waste of a person
Vetra: Our father didn’t die. Or maybe he did, we don’t really know. He just didn’t come home. He was involved in some bad things. Bad people. And eventually it caught up to him. There was no where to run. Not like a whole new galaxy.
Ryder: Is that why you came here?
Vetra: When you’re young and stupid, you make bad decisions. Piss off the wrong people. That sorta thing never goes away. Not for you, not for the ones you care about.
I can’t help but think there’s a hell of a story behind this vague admission from Vetra Nyx.
By her own acknowledgement, her dad got up to bad things with bad people, and so did she. Maybe she caught herself making his mistakes, the ones that might be the end of her just like it was the end of him. Once she was embedded in the life, maybe she started to see the warning signs in her own life that he missed, or ignored, or both - and she gets scared.
But what exactly happened? What were her bad decisions? Does she have people after her for her bad decisions? She was dealing with people bad enough that when she figured out that Kesh was supplying something big in a new galaxy, far away from her bad decisions, she saw the opportunity to cut and run.
Some folks like Suvi, Gil, and Liam are here for the adventure, but Vetra tells us several times, in several different ways how she sees Andromeda as a way to start over.
The concept stands in stark contrast to her “you play the hand you’re dealt” motto. Does she delineate between the hand she’s been dealt and the cards she pulled from the deck? Taking care of Sid was the hand she was dealt, but not the smuggling or the people she chose to work with.
Does she ever tell Ryder about what happened, you think? About the bad people and the bad decisions? Maybe it’s something that she unloads one night as Ryder and she stay up late, sharing more and more personal stories, feeling out the depths of their trust in one another. A story not told for sympathy or advice, a story just shared, a history entrusted.
Vetra Nyx - what did you get up to out there in the Milky Way?
I want to trust you the way I want to drink water when my tongue is parched and blistered, the way I want to crouch by a fire when I have hiked miles through the snowy woods and my toes are numb.
- Marge Piercy, excerpt from A gift of light