I have this tradition. It’s something I do now when a friend dies. I save his Rolodex card. What am I supposed to do? Throw it away in the trash can? I won’t do that. No, I won’t. That’s too final. Last year I had five cards. No I have fifty. A collection of cardboard tombstones, bound together with a rubber band. I hate these fucking funerals. I really do. And you know what else I hate? I hate the memorials. That’s our social life now. Going to these things.
The 100 *SMALL SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO HAVENT SEEN THE LATEST EPISODE* CAN YOU WRITE A BELLARKE fanfiction where the roles are reversed and Clarke is the one who Murphy “hangs” and Bellamy and Octavia are the ones who come to save her once Raven opens the door and etc.?