he would come home to a hot meal every single day. dishes washed, clean clothes, fresh linen, not a speck of dirt in the entire house EVER. he owns me and i do what he says because i am his property. if he cheats it’s my fault and i’m doing something wrong.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN..OH MY FUCKING GOD? PURPAH WHEN I CATCH YOU PURPAH, PURPAH WHEN I CATCH YOU, PURPAH WHEN I CATH YO OOYUUGHHHHH WHAT THE HELLS. YOU CANNOT LEAVE IT OFF LIKE THAT.
My parents just casually dropped on me that in the early 80s they knew and worked with fucking MICK SMITH who was the drummer in Ibex with Freddie and I AM LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND
“the pain won’t end. the anger won’t end. it’ll only end when we get richarlyson back. and i need you with me. i need you with me. please. come back.”
“pac. pac, you saved everyone. you saved forever. you saved yourself. and when we find richarlyson, it’ll be thanks to your help. you’ll be back to being sad, but you’re not going to be alone. you will not be alone.”