You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Momma always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.
Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you.
Jenny, I don’t know if Momma was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.
set fire to the third bar by snow patrol ft. martha wainwright
*rattles my chains outside your window* I AM THE GHOST OF CRITICAL THINKING AND TONIGHT YOU WILL BE VISITED BY THREE SPIRITS WHO WILL TEACH YOU TO CHECK FACTS BEFORE REBLOGGING THINGS
*starts crying* i just really like mashed potatoes
there’s nothing more satisfying than being an asshole in mario kart
The last ever scene of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (1996)
Black sitcoms in the 90s had the most heart wrenching endings omggg