Apt. 💕
BROOKLYN NINE NINE ‘9 Days’, 3.12
Lol! 😂🤣
Connor: Hank, I have an idea!
Hank: Wha- It's 4 in the morning, what the fuck?
Connor: Just hear me out
Hank: [angry Hank noises]
Connor: Talking android dogs
Hank: N O
***
Hank: Yesterday I overheard Connor saying, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Gavin replying, “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.
***
Gavin: Do you cook?
Connor: I made a cake once.
Hank: Yeah, it was good.
Connor: Really?
Hank: Don’t make me lie twice, Connor.
***
Gavin: Why are you on the floor?
Connor: I'm depressed.
Connor: Also I was stabbed, can you get Hank, please?
Gavin: [takes a picture]
Gavin: "Your plastic kid got himself into trouble"
Gavin: "And it wasn't my fault
Gavin: [sends the message]
Gavin: There, I did all I could.
***
Gavin: Hey, tin can!
Hank: Reed, don't even start-
Connor: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are angry. Alas, I must further make you feel even angrier by affirming how little I give a fuck.
Gavin:
Hank:
Gavin: Is he even allowed to swear?
Hank: I have no idea.
***
Connor: Hey, do you know the password to Gavin’s computer?
Hank: Fuck you, Connor.
Connor: Hey!
Hank: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouConnor".
Connor: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.
***
Hank: You bought a coffee?
Gavin: Yep.
Hank: From the same truck that hit Connor?!
Gavin, sipping his coffee: Well, me falling asleep wouldn't help him.
Connor: I'm okay.
Gavin: See? He's okay. I got my daily dose of caffeine. Everyone wins.
Hank:
Hank: You two are gonna be the death of me.
***
Connor: You saved me? Why?
Gavin: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.
Connor: Fair point.
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“Tonight go to sleep as though your whole past has been dropped. Die to the past. And in the morning wake up as a new man in a new morning.”
— Osho
A classic! Afterall what are we, except inconsequential nobodies in this vast stretch of universe? 🤍 Emily Dickinson Supremacy 🤍
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i.
minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.
ii.
black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, I’ve been saying, life is in you.
iii.
the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.
Inconspicuous, she’s a chameleon who blends in wherever she’s at, though her authenticity is never hidden she shies away from filters shining with her genuine self which often softens her glow in the ostentatious crowd
Once in a while, the right ones come along the ones who notice her light and what they see is one-of-a-kind coruscating in the throng of fabrication
She is truth spoken to the unblind
Thanks Hagrid! There's really no Hogwarts without Hagrid. What's comin' will come and we'll meet it when it does.
I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.
Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,
I am a confession
relinquished,
vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed
in lachrymose penance.
This weaving of sounds and silence, this staccato of gears and engines, and bird call solace, balsamic, all folds
into balance.
© Anna S. 2022
I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn't matter if it's in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it's satisfying.
Exactly🤍