A closer look at Crowley and Aziraphale in a graveyard in Edinburgh

The Mother

You pour everything you have left into those you love. Desperately, frantically you try to fix what is broken, but the cracks spread faster than you can mend. If only you can hold everyone together, then things might just be okay! However, you only have two hands and all anyone seems to do is pull away. Everyone is different now, even you, and pretending not to see it isn’t making anything better. You see the signs of things going wrong, of what is but should not be, and you try to warn them. You love with every fiber of your being, but try as you might, you cannot make them understand. They don’t listen, no one ever listens

Tagged by: (I stole it from @pittmngr)

First Couple of the United States

We unraveled a long time ago

We lost and we couldn't let it go

I wish it was easy, but it isn't so

So, baby

Oh, we could make a good thing bad

-Daisy Jones & The Six, Look At Us Now (Honeycomb)

I’ve spent the last three decades accepting the fact that Janine meant more to us than we could ever mean to her. How can a fire love you back? You are meant to stand in awe, to even coax her flame along, and to not expect anything in return.

Janine was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be hers. Not for forever. We were always destined to find our soulmates elsewhere.

But the simple truth is this: I got to be married to Janine Moore for five years. The marriage was a lie, but those were still some of the best years of my life.

I’ll never regret the years I spent loving her.

This is my new favorite trope......