"In his worst fear, he worries that there is a blankness to him, that his giving and agreeable disposition pulls others in like an artist to a clean white canvas. He could be anything and so they see everything." FUCK!!!
The way Jamie smiles with all the warmth of the fiery sky, Marshall feels as though the whole cauldron of soup was prepared just for him, like every drop of broth, every skinned and sliced carrot, every soft chunk of starchy potato had his name carefully whispered into it. It’s like drinking love.
"In his worst fear, he worries that there is a blankness to him, that his giving and agreeable disposition pulls others in like an artist to a clean white canvas. He could be anything and so they see everything." FUCK!!!
Diagnosing my boy Marshall with a terminal case of people pleaser ):
The way Jamie smiles with all the warmth of the fiery sky, Marshall feels as though the whole cauldron of soup was prepared just for him, like every drop of broth, every skinned and sliced carrot, every soft chunk of starchy potato had his name carefully whispered into it. It’s like drinking love.
I can’t tell you why but this feels psychedelic.
the psychedelia was very intentional, i’m glad it read that way(:
Let the light of their sacrifice never burn out.. sounds fukn ominous to me!
That's too funny but also perfectly sensible.