and someday you'll know that nature is so. the same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, on forests and sand, makes the beautiful world that you see in the morning.
i see a face on every skull. i can look at their bones and tell you how they walked, where they hurt. maggie schilling is real to me. the pain she suffered was real. her hip was being eaten away by infection from lying on her side. sure, like dr. sires said, the disease could contribute to that if you take it out of context. but you can't break maggie schilling down into little pieces. she was a whole person, who fought to free herself. her wrists were broken from struggling against the handcuffs, the bones in her ankles were ground together because her feet were tied, and her side, her hip and her shoulder were being eaten away by infection. and the more she struggled the more pain she was in, so they gave her those drugs to keep her quiet, they gave her so much it killed her. these facts can't be ignored or dismissed because you think i'm boring or obnoxious, because i don't matter. what i feel doesn't matter. only she matters, only maggie.
( temperance brennan / bones / 1x08 the girl in the fridge )
"Elle avait des yeux noirs desquels on voit du bleu Qu'on prend pour l'océan, dans lesquels on voit Dieu Qui font toucher du bout des doigts les horizons Et toujours à la fin on est seul au milieu Des vagues de sanglots et du sel dans la gorge Et du sel sur la plaie de ce corps tatoué A son nom que l'on crie au bord des verres de vin A ce dire que la vie, oui, n'était qu'une putain."
"Dis moi qui sont ces gens Qui se montrent indécents, Qui s'embrassent en public ? Moi je suis seul au monde Je n'ai pas de Joconde Pour faire les romantiques."
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that nature is so.
the same rain that draws you near me
falls on rivers and land,
on forests and sand,
makes the beautiful world that you see
in the morning.
( lullaby for a stormy night / vienna teng )
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( temperance brennan / bones / 1x08 the girl in the fridge )
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Qu'on prend pour l'océan, dans lesquels on voit Dieu
Qui font toucher du bout des doigts les horizons
Et toujours à la fin on est seul au milieu
Des vagues de sanglots et du sel dans la gorge
Et du sel sur la plaie de ce corps tatoué
A son nom que l'on crie au bord des verres de vin
A ce dire que la vie, oui, n'était qu'une putain."
Saez - Putains vous m'aurez plus
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Qui se montrent indécents,
Qui s'embrassent en public ?
Moi je suis seul au monde
Je n'ai pas de Joconde
Pour faire les romantiques."
Saez - Dis moi qui sont ces gens
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Stay up all night,
I'll kiss again,
Between the bars."
Elliott Smith - Between the bars (aka my favourite song ever!)
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