– GOOD BONES –
AN EXPOSITIONLife is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I've shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I'll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.━━━ Good Bones / Maggie Smith
AS FAR AS LOVE SHACKS GO, Rick Flemming's is pretty nice. The thought makes Lola's nose wrinkle in distaste. A whole-body shudder of disgust runs rampant through her. Her mother gets out of the beat-up pickup, slams the door—accidentally? Lola isn't one to guess—and stomps toward the front door, house key clutched in hand like a weapon.
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Good Bones, Pope Heyward
FanfictionI don't know how to be angry with you, but my pride demands I figure it out. Pope Heyward x OC Post Season 1