Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.
I need to read books with you and debate with you and draw you and fuck you and I have so much hate for the way you make me feel and my contempt and desire are intertwined and I hate how much I want you and I hate how much I yearn for you and I hate how much I hate you and I hate how much I hate myself
i cannot stop thinking abt the scene in the hospital after hank beats the shit out of jesse and jesse has that amazing monologue and refuses to work with walt anymore and walt simply says. “your meth is good, jesse. as good as mine” and then later walt gets a call from jesse that he’s in like FUCK. fuck man. that’s the weight of fatherly affection. that’s the weight of a boy who desperately needs some sort of approval and will hold on for dear LIFE trying to get it.
