oh and when i was a year old, after i got my foot amputated my parents were pushing me around in a stroller at a street festival in miami and i was chewing on my foot or whatever and this street performer came up to us and was like “aw i bet that tastes good!!” and my dad was like “yeah look at what she did to the other one!!!!” and pulled back the blanket covering my left leg to show a stump with a huge scar on it and i’m pretty sure my dad terrified that poor man
"She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.”
- Roman Payne -
Good night and joy be with you all.
This fucking song and scene kill me. I just AM Beth in this moment. Before my father died, we would often just sit together by the fireplace listening to music back on the farm in my late teens. This was a favourite he would have me sing when we were listening to The Pogues.