From The Navel Out In Every Direction

It really is just like “Would you hold me and let me die in your arms? Or just let me lay there and bleed? What are you talking about? You’re not dying. You don’t even have a cold!” Every single fucking day. For the rest of my life. Isn’t it

"you couldnt make seinfeld today" you couldve made seinfeld in 45 B.C.

I think one of the hundred reasons “where there’s a will there’s a war” gets me so hard is that it’s the only episode where it’s just “yeah both the a plot and b plot are about Hawkeye and BJ going through it over each other but alone and unlike other episodes where they have a cathartic conversation or moment of connection, in this one they never really connect, they just Go Through It”....like in true “Hawkeye doesn’t hear BJ over the sound of the chopper” fashion Hawkeye has no idea BJ has gone through this deeply stressful emotional journey of thinking he’s not only lost him but killed him and BJ has no idea hawkeye is not only not mad at him but has spent what he thought might be the final moments of his life thinking of how to leave BJ something special enough to convey how he feels about him....they just don’t know

and when Hawkeye gets back they still talk past each other.... BJ is like “remind me to give you a kiss in the morning” and Hawkeye is like “omg I’ve been so stupid...of course he’s thinking about his wife and child....and I’ve been trying to leave him something of MINE in my will but I have nothing to offer him, I’m gonna leave his daughter evidence that he’s the best guy in the world”.....meanwhile BJ, half asleep and crashing from an adrenaline rush, has just confessed to wanting to kiss him.....crazy

when richard siken said “and no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them”

Well how the fuck would they figure it out if you don’t tell them. Y’all people really like having problems huh

this post was about fictional character bj hunnicutt from hit 1970s american broadcast television comedy M*A*S*H

It really is just like “Would you hold me and let me die in your arms? Or just let me lay there and bleed? What are you talking about? You’re not dying. You don’t even have a cold!” Every single fucking day. For the rest of my life. Isn’t it