shelbydevilment

Depression is the bed in which I sink, / my body primed for pain’s insidious hooks: / the swollen fingers and the stiffened back; / the way regret can pierce you with its knife; / the migraines like some medieval rack; / the winnowing of loved ones from my life.

Joe having an entire boat ride to come up with a plausible reason as to why he and Nicky couldn’t spend the day together, but the best he could come up with was “I want alone time” has me rolling.

i find it funny (in a loving way) that joe and nicky had their first fight in like a century or two and nicky is already in tears before they even start

No but I just realised how offended Nicky was lmao like HOW DARE YOU bABE - DO WE WANT TO TALK ABOUT HOW YOU SLEEP TALK ALL NIGHT??