a golden cage is still a cage

thinking abt how taima carried arthur into the game and into colter and how she probably carried him to his grave :(

My father was more of an idea than a person. A fleeting presence who, every once in a while, materialized in short bursts, only to disappear with the morning mist, never to be heard from again. For this reason, the bucolic days of my youth, left alone in the pasture while my mother minded the farm, did more for my learning than any man ever did. I believe it was Wordsworth who said, “The child is father of the man,” and it is the best way I can describe those brief years of short lived innocence.

It’s okay kid.

Could you possibly leave us alone? No offence intended.

I’ll see what I can do.

Arthur deserved to be Arthur and not some brute who was also deadly with a gun. And I don’t know man sometimes it makes me emotional thinking about it.

Arthur + bi colors

okay but imagine Arthur looking at you like that while you tell everyone at the camp fire about your exciting day

Arthur Morgan Looking Cute As Hell 07/??

outskirts of saint denis 🥺

when grimshaw is ribbing you about seeing mary for the eighteenth time and all you can do is smile thru the pain