a great perhaps

what if i said Ava being on the other side and Beatrice doing everything she can to get back to her (And Ava likewise) is like Jemma being sent to that planet via the monolith and Fitz trying everything he can to get back to her?

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR MONTHS

omg

everything is so so significant to me how am i supposed to live

sometimes i’m sick with it like….. the, i wish i knew you as a kid i wish we could have run in the field together and sat in the dirt and i wish i could’ve heard you sing at the top of your lungs and maybe we would’ve ridden bikes together…. it’s the, i love you so much it’s spilling over so i’m loving you in the past present and future ohhh i wish i knew you when we were kids

[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.

when everyone stopped wearing lockets that was when it all went downhill. nobody even carries pictures of their beloveds cut into the shape of a heart anymore

the older i get the more sensitive i become to warm genuine words, like wow you really think that kindly of me? hold up, lemme cry