Some character deaths matter and they hurt and you cry but they make sense
But there are some character deaths where YOU’RE JUST ANGRY LIKE WAS THAT ACTUALLY NECESSARY WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU COULD’VE GONE SOMEWHERE WITH THAT ANYWHERE ELSE BUT KILLING THEM
We stand there, face-to-face, not meeting each other’s eyes. "You didn’t come see me in the hospital." He doesn’t answer, so finally I just say it. "Was it your bomb?"
"I don’t know. Neither does Beetee," he says. "Does it matter? You’ll always be thinking about it."
He waits for me to deny it; I want to deny it, but it’s true. Even now I can see the flash that ignites her, feel the heat of the flames. And I will never be able to separate that moment from Gale. My silence is my answer.
"That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family," he says. "Shoot straight, okay?" He touches my cheek and leaves. I want to call him back and tell him that I was wrong. That I’ll figure out a way to make peace with this. To remember the circumstances under which he created the bomb. Take into account my own inexcusable crimes. Dig up the truth about who dropped the parachutes. Prove it wasn’t the rebels. Forgive him. But since I can’t, I’ll just have to deal with the pain.
He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.
What he did was put the fear of God into them.
More precisely, the fear of Crowley.
In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn’t look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. “Say goodbye to your friend,” he’d say to them. “He just couldn’t cut it… “
Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large, empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.
The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified." -And that’s the part of Good Omens I always stop at and then insist on reading out loud to people, no matter how much they don’t care :D (via alivealife)
Cool bed ideas for small spaces.
did they give him an award after that
I hope they did because HOW.
I can’t get over the fact that Prince Harry calls the Queen Granny. IT IS SO WEIRD THAT SHE IS THE QUEEN AND ALSO HIS GRANNY.
"Today, ask yourself “If I were a character in a story, what could I do right now to make my story interesting?” And then do it. Why? Because you are a character in a story. You always have been."-Donald Miller (via faithfindingwords)