What It's Is... Shit

Once again, I have no idea what is going on in Spn, but that's what I got from Twitter and tumblr.

beth's little voice crack when she heard benny on the other line of the phone kills me ,, and that smile when the rest of them came on too, that's a girl who has been alone most of her life, and has gotten used to being alone and abandoned, who now realized that she isn't alone - she had alma, who did so much for her during the years they were together, she has jolene, who helped her get to russia, she has benny, who helped her train and train and was a worthy opponent, getting her to the top of her game, she has harry, who was one of her biggest supporters and helped her learn a great deal outside of chess, she has townes (whom this move redeemed a little in my eyes) who flew out to moscow to help support her and orchestrated the whole thing, she has matt and mike who were the first friends she made in the chess world

my goal in life is to inspire the same level of fear in a man as beth harmon instills barely after introducing herself to a chess player:

That clock is driving me insane. I'm 23 years old, I shouldn't be reacting this way to smeyer posting a fucking clock in her website. Yet here I am, having a meltdown over the possibility that it could be midnight sun but most probably won't be and that mormon will break my heart all over again. I am not mature enough to endure this.

“Whatever has stood in the world leaves behind an imprint, an echo, a scent, a spirit. What is destroyed is also reclaimed. What has been lost waits to be found.”

“In a way, she lived in the past every day,”

“each person i encounter who carries the same name as yours, has inevitably a little bit of you in them and they will go on to remind me of you, maybe just for a fraction of a second, but enough for keeping me from forgetting.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

“She hated people who came too near to her. Like a wild thing, she wanted her distance.”