y'think?

       "aw, kate. c'mon. that’s my net arrow.  you  gotta         respect the gear, there, hawkeye. like this here         boomerang arrow, kate – it comes back to you         in the end. boomerang. respect it.“ 

                         ” why the hell do  you  need  an  arrow  that                            comes back to you after you shoot it, clint?“ 

‘ don’t be a stranger. ’

‘ i don’t think i can. ’ 

‘ don’t say that. ’

‘ you don’t have to go. ’

‘ don’t be what they made you. ’

‘ you don’t have to be anyone’s hero. ’

‘ why don’t you stay right here? ’ 

‘ don’t you trust me? ’

‘ you don’t have to be on your own. ’

‘ i don’t like to think about it. ’

‘ you don’t get to make that call. ’

‘ don’t act like you care. ’

‘ we don’t think alike. ’

‘ you don’t need to worry about that. ’

‘ i don’t know why. ’ 

‘ you don’t mean that. ’

‘ you don’t have to tell me. ’

‘ i don’t trust many people. ’

‘ i don’t have a family anymore. ’

‘ you don’t care what they think. ’

This blog is a Bowie appreciation blog and will not stand for anyone that treats Bowie with disrespect. I love this possum with all my heart. If you feel the need to be a toerag to someone so amazing, kindly unfollow me and go bang your genitals with a toilet seat.

       "aw, kate. c'mon. that’s my net arrow.  you  gotta         respect the gear, there, hawkeye. like this here         boomerang arrow, kate – it comes back to you         in the end. boomerang. respect it.“ 

                         ” why the hell do  you  need  an  arrow  that                            comes back to you after you shoot it, clint?“