#petrcapldi

val shook his head, seeming ninety years old instead of thirty-four. “christ, but you exhaust me. you’re my kid brother. i honestly can’t imagine— tim, i met you ten minutes after you were born, making about as much sense as you do now. how do you want me to look when i find you hog-tied and bleeding?” i shook my head with my eyes squeezed shut, saying the only relevant thing i could summon that wasn’t still i’m sorry.

the things my brother and i don’t say could pave over the atlantic ocean.

do you remember that, how we'd collect the fallen ones? do you remember that tree, and do you remember their hot teeth against our fingers?

hiding under the covers with n o o n e else to blame

no more

he wasn’t in front of me any longer. he was a thousand and a thousand and a thousand miles away. it was a ransomed look. one he’d never before showed me. and since he’d never shown me, i’d never known it was there.

➝ a mix for a dysfunctional family, who don’t know they’re a family, living in 1840s new york

tysm i followed all 3 <3