“I’m so much happier now that I’m dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder. Let the punishment fit the crime.”
I told them we were taking it, just not where. She agreed it was best for all for its whereabouts to remain unknown, provided that you were among the circle that knew of it.
episode 1 of black sails, flint literally flips a table and hurls his chair across the room and then seconds later he’s like, “who the fuck moved my feather??” and honestly that sums up half of his behavior
You think I can play devil’s advocate? Thomas would have played that game with you from dusk until dawn. And everything you hold sacred, he’d leave in tatters. Not from malice or hate, but from love. From a desire to see the yoke of shame lifted from your shoulders.
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