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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Beautifully broken. @ 3:44 PM


I'd like to share with you guys one of my favourite scenes from one of my favourite shows ever. This guys is my favourite character. He experimented with weed, pills, and he lived life like it was his last every single day, and I loved that. He didn't care much about what others thought of him and his favourite words were, "Fuck it.", because he didn't need to explain himself, and he didn't want to care about what others thought.




He was abandoned by his father, his mother, and in short, pretty emotionally damaged and messed up. But he never showed it, even if he had the most reason to. He was one of the funniest characters ever. I was so sad at the part where he found out his mother left him all alone. Sad couldn't even cut it. I was more than sad.



One day, he got hurt again, by his past, and he just started running literally. He ran out of the house and he ran and he ran and he ran. With his friend, chasing behind him. Thank god she followed him. He really needed someone, and most of the time, no one was there. He stopped at sat down at a cemetery, and his friend catches up and sat down too.







Christ said, “Hey, do you… do you wanna hear about the best day of my life? I’d pissed myself by accident.


They’d had us sitting down for trying to get out like to leave the room but this kid kept blocking me, stopping me leaving, he was playing a game or something and, um… So I told him, right, that he was a dickhead, and that he’s gonna get out of my way, dickhead, and then the whole place went quiet cause I’d said “dickhead”.


And then they was all laughing, everyone, and I couldn’t work out if it was cause I’d swore or if they’d seen that my shorts were wet, so I tried to cover my shorts with my hands, right, but that meant they all definitely noticed and then there was more laughing.


But, yeah, Peter, my brother, he was, um, he was youngest-ever sixer or something. They’re the ones in charge, sixers. He could do all the knots, him. Him and Dad would practice. He loved it.


Anyway, he stands up, yeah, sixer, and, um, and they all liked him, he takes my hand, and took me to the toilet. And then he had me take my shorts off, and then he cleaned me up. And then he took off his shorts and put them on me. And then, he kissed me on the cheek, and took my hand, and we both went out there. Me in his pants.


No one laughed.


Best day of my life.”




His friend gives him a hug, and asks him, "What are you going to do now? Do you think your mom will come back?"




And he replies, "Well, she's still around here."




"How do you know?"




"She put flowers at the grave again." and he picked up the bunch of flowers next to the grave he was sitting beside, and there was the name of his brother, Peter Miles.








He has so many layers of personalities it's beautiful and impossible for me not to love his character.





memories
in cold decay.