“I go about here. I don’t get tired of it. I never should—it suits me so. I adore the place. …I don’t want in the least to give it up.”
“…Should you positively like to live here?”
“I think I should like,” said poor Milly after an instant, “to die here.”
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MS. HANSEN?
Oh my god, what are you? What are you? You are so cute.
I’M DOGTOR BUTTONS, CHIEF CARDIOLOGIST. I’M SORRY, MS. HANSEN, BUT WE WERE UNABLE TO SAVE YOUR MOTHER. WE DID EVERYTHING WE COULD.
Oh. Okay. That’s fine. You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Look at you. Just look at you.
YES, JUST LOOK AT ME. I THINK THAT’S BEST. THERE ARE SOME FORMS WE’D LIKE YOU TO FILL OUT, IF YOU DON’T MIND. WE USED TO RECOMMEND GRIEF COUNSELORS BUT NOWADAYS WE BASICALLY JUST HAVE PEOPLE PLAY WITH MY EARS FOR TEN MINUTES. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?
Oh my god yes. I love you. I love you so much.
I KNOW YOU DO, MS. HANSEN. I LOVE YOU TOO.
ATKINS, YOU CAN PUT ME DOWN NOW. TELL SUSAN TO BRING THE ORGAN PROCUREMENT FORMS AND COME GET ME WHEN MRS. MITCHELL IS PREPPED FOR THAT BYPASS.
Can I play with you, Dogtor Buttons?
“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”—
Banksy
via the-giantess
yama-bato
Stanko Abadžic
Horse under Cover (from the Paris Cycle)
Reminds me of a boy and his words, and how I hope his Carousel is never shuttered.