Shuffling his feet through rubble, the remainder of his aged and irradiated mind tried to piece together who he was. These ruins brought a word to the forefront but he couldn't quite place what it was, it's meaning lost to him but the feeling it elucidated flowed through his body and made him feel comfort. The radio crackled and he hardly flinched, his reaction time blown away with the bombs. The song playing through the speakers of the radio brought to mind a woman's face, one who he would have recognized if not for his feral state. A sudden tiredness fell over his shriveled form, and he laid down contendedly.
"Daisy
Daisy
Give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you"
With his final thoughts, he had a moment of clarity and was able to discern the word that the place and song reminded him of
Home.
Day 4: Radio
*getting ready for a pride parade* Don we now our gay apparel
reblog if:
your blog is lgbtq+ safe
your inbox is always open to cheer someone up even if it’s someone you don’t know
you think every life matters
you believe that depression is a real issue and not just “in your head”
you’re willing to talk a stranger out of suicide
your friends don’t know about your blog
your friends know nothing about you but you know a lot about them
i just wanna know how many people are like me
If the only constant in my life is a bathtub, I'm fine with that
Me
on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
I just accidentally did a wheelie with a shopping cart
WILL YOU BE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED
WAKE ME UP
9 goats because I'm a classy motherfucker
there is a website to find out how many goats you are worth
I thoroughly believe that Thomas accidentally called Daud dad at some point, then the rest of the whalers immediately started calling him dad too to annoy him. (He'd never let them know that he actually loves it, they are basically his kids after all)