#tim nolan

“BIRTHDAY BOY O.I ♥️”

Source: Tim Nolan (Instagram)

WHEN I FUCKIN’ CATCH YOU

(I will thank him profusely for the service he’s providing to all of us, because my fucking GOD his picture taking/sharing is unreal)

You’ve got Tim and Lucy, who’ve been accidentally drugged with truth serum and are talking about potential baby names.

Then you’ve got Celina and Nolan, who found Shane and Ryan doing ghost files in the abandoned facility they’re searching.

Words Can Describe

Did you ever think the astronauts should have done a better job describing the Moon for the rest of us?

We spent billions of dollars to send them there, to walk around on that glassy sand in those

synthetic mukluk boots, driving their goofy, lunar dune buggies, slapping a golf ball 5386 yards

to an endless sand trap. We heard that static through corridors of space until they had the chance to describe exactly, ROGER, what they saw, AFFIRMATIVE, and instead we heard: "Words can't describe,"

CHECK, "the stark beauty," A-OKAY, "of the landscape . . . I mean the moonscape."

They were young. Inarticulate. Absolutely without words to describe what they saw. But then,

when they watched the Earth Rise from the Moon's fluorescent horizon, I remember, their words were pure

excitement and Oh, my God and It's so beautiful. We knew what they meant from our Earth-bound

imaginations. We knew that the rising Earth was the jewel of our breathing, the swirling of our weather,

a wondrous cat's eye marble rolling across black velvet, reminding us of our daughters' faces, the freckled

continents, those oceans of blue eyes, the determined set of our son's jaw in the angle of a peninsula. And that stillness

around the globe like a lake viewed through the pine woods. They were speechless because they were reminded of everything