"I don't care what you think about how the world works. That's not how it is with me. Sometimes shit just happens and all you can do is deal with it, and I'm the guy who always has to fucking deal with it because I'm the always the only one left. But go ahead and keep believing that I'm too stupid to understand it. You're probably right about that one. Lotta people seem to think it these days."" ₪ • ✂ • ❖ • ¿ • ⊗ [artist]
Oh my God I am so full of shit I’ve been playing a part ever since I was a kid Now the bullshit is adding up and I’ve had enough of it But the crash would be incredible to see
Well I’ve been dead all day Could you tell? Could you tell? This is where I leave here and I save myself If there’s a God in hell let us pray, let us pray To be cleansed of everything that we’ve said When I fall asleep can this fade away?
I feel like Abraham on his little trip When all he found was death and pain And he never regretted it Oh, there’s something out there for me So I think I’d better split There sure as hell ain’t nothing here for me
That night I actually prayed but I think God’s forgotten my name Cause I’d point the blame every time I got mad So we kind of lost touch and now we’ve been playing phone tag
TIM WRIGHT
Tim is complicated in a sense Kravitz can't fully quantify. He's had tons of interaction with people despairing around death, people in circumstances beyond them fighting an unjust fight,but this is... different. Maybe it's because he keeps meddling where it isn't his job. Maybe it's because in other situations, their interactions would stop when his case was close. Maybe it's just because, for the first time in a long time, Tim makes Kravitz face the possibility of unfair odds and approaching this like a mortal. There is no waiting for a god to work it out, or putting the world in order; there's just survival, and that concept is difficult to balance when he can't take action.
Conversely to that, Tim has spoken to him on perfectly good terms, so he imagines the other man must not hate him. Still, his desire to help and Tim's desire to not talk about himself clash more often than Kravitz would like, and he has yet to find a good middle ground. Maybe, if he listens more than he speaks, they can find some sort of resolution. Regardless of their relationship to each other, Tim's world is absolutely getting noted when they get out of here- he still has the thought that perhaps, he can save everyone at his own expense.
At the core of it, he may be exactly the kind of person Tim always finds surrounding him, for better or for worse.
tim wright.
Date: 2019-08-28 04:48 am (UTC)₪ • ✂ • ❖ • ¿ • ⊗
[artist]
Oh my God I am so full of shit
I’ve been playing a part ever since I was a kid
Now the bullshit is adding up and I’ve had enough of it
But the crash would be incredible to see
Well I’ve been dead all day
Could you tell? Could you tell?
This is where I leave here and I save myself
If there’s a God in hell let us pray, let us pray
To be cleansed of everything that we’ve said
When I fall asleep can this fade away?
I feel like Abraham on his little trip
When all he found was death and pain
And he never regretted it
Oh, there’s something out there for me
So I think I’d better split
There sure as hell ain’t nothing here for me
That night I actually prayed but I think God’s forgotten my name
Cause I’d point the blame every time I got mad
So we kind of lost touch and now we’ve been playing phone tag
Conversely to that, Tim has spoken to him on perfectly good terms, so he imagines the other man must not hate him. Still, his desire to help and Tim's desire to not talk about himself clash more often than Kravitz would like, and he has yet to find a good middle ground. Maybe, if he listens more than he speaks, they can find some sort of resolution. Regardless of their relationship to each other, Tim's world is absolutely getting noted when they get out of here- he still has the thought that perhaps, he can save everyone at his own expense.
At the core of it, he may be exactly the kind of person Tim always finds surrounding him, for better or for worse.