do you ever just want to pull a character from their world for awhile and put a blanket around their shoulders and pat them on their back or hold them while saying how proud you are then maybe get them some hot cocoa and just let them relax for a second because damn they’ve been through some tough shit
(via castully)
I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed. but all I could do was to get drunk again. worse, the bar patrons even ended up liking me. there I was trying to get pushed over the dark edge and I ended up with free drinks while somewhere else some poor son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital bed, tubes sticking out all over him as he fought like hell to live. nobody would help me die as the drinks kept coming, as the next day waited for me with its steel clamps, its stinking anonymity, its incogitant attitude. death doesn't always come running when you call it, not even if you call it from a shining castle or from an ocean liner or from the best bar on earth (or the worst). such impertinence only makes the gods hesitate and delay. ask me: I'm 72.
When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you
With the hounds of hell coming after you
I’ve got blood, I’ve got blood on my name
-I’m surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn’t you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything.
-No, sir. Not everything.
