This is the only Easter bunny I want to visit me…
She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower
and you don’t think you’ve ever seen
anything more beautiful than
the way she walks towards you
with a towel on her head,
water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
and you don’t even notice.
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A perimedic should know how to handle distraught people, but she’s always so frigging mean. Twat. Casey should run and hide.
"The Cupcake is right. Dawson is not the right woman for me."
Why wait? Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed for anybody.
Casey (via nbcchicagofire)
He should wait because Dawson isn’t the right woman for him.
In 24 HOURS, find out how Firehouse 51 copes with the death of Jones.
He may as well be comforting his Auntie. He looks disconnected.
Sweet Jesus….what a way to end my night….*dribbles* ❤️