"I see your life. You poor thing. All you wanted was to not be alone. You don't have to be ashamed. It's okay. I see it all. You don't have to hide. It's okay."
"If you look back all the time, you crash."
"There are no real villains in life, not really. There are no real heroes, either. Everyone is great and everyone is terrible and everyone is flawed, and there are no exceptions to that."
What a superbly written episode! Wow.
I am so in love with Greta Gill :heart:
What the fuck did I just watch?! Loved the introduction of America Chavez and I'm seriously intrigued by the mysterious Charlize Theron character. But...WUT?!!!
Oof. If it wasn't for Leia and Tala I would have given up on this show.
They really need to keep Joss Whedon far away from superhero movies.
Coming home is terrible
whether the dogs lick your face or not;
whether you have a wife
or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you.
Coming home is terribly lonely,
so that you think
of the oppressive barometric pressure
back where you have just come from
with fondness,
because everything’s worse
once you’re home.
You think of the vermin
clinging to the grass stalks,
long hours on the road,
roadside assistance and ice creams,
and the peculiar shapes of
certain clouds and silences
with longing because you did not want to return.
Coming home is
just awful.
And the home-style silences and clouds
contribute to nothing
but the general malaise.
Clouds, such as they are,
are in fact suspect,
and made from a different material
than those you left behind.
You yourself were cut
from a different cloudy cloth,
returned,
remaindered,
ill-met by moonlight,
unhappy to be back,
slack in all the wrong spots,
seamy suit of clothes
dishrag-ratty, worn.
You return home
moon-landed, foreign;
the Earth’s gravitational pull
an effort now redoubled,
dragging your shoelaces loose
and your shoulders
etching deeper the stanza
of worry on your forehead.
You return home deepened,
a parched well linked to tomorrow
by a frail strand of…
Anyway…
You sigh into the onslaught of identical days.
One might as well, at a time…
Well…
Anyway…
You’re back.
The sun goes up and down
like a tired whore,
the weather immobile
like a broken limb
while you just keep getting older.
Nothing moves but
the shifting tides of salt in your body.
Your vision blears.
You carry your weather with you,
the big blue whale,
a skeletal darkness.
You come back
with X-ray vision.
Your eyes have become a hunger.
You come home with your mutant gifts
to a house of bone.
Everything you see now,
all of it:
bone.
"Real love doesn't exist in your imagination. It exists right here, in this abjectly horrible place we call reality."
"We're all driven to recreate the dynamic of our first wound so we can change the ending."
"I love meeting people's moms. It's like reading an instruction manual as to why they're nuts." :joy:
First movie at the cinema with my 3 year old. He loved it!
"Fuck these people, if they don't see how glorious you are they don't deserve you."
Wow, definitely one of my favourite episodes! <3
If I could rate this episode higher than a 10 I would. So, so beautiful. I'm going to go cry now.
I spilt the dew -
But took the morn, -
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers -
Sue - forevermore!
Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!
"Do not think you are the only self-loathing arsehole in the room, ever."
