Ramshackle

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The immense setting sun against the flat terrain. Rey’s speeder races, almost insignificant, across frame. She scratches marks into the rusty wall. Another mark; another day. And there are thousands of marks. A dried desert flower in a rusty engine piece. A rough, stuffed handmade doll, made from what looks like orange Rebellion flight suit material and twine. Rey’s lonely, ramshackle dwelling. Everything reclaimed. She cooks for one. Does everything for one.

I'm not a good person
Pat The Bunny
I'm not a good person

I’m not a good person.

Ask anyone who knows me.

I’m mean and bitter and a failure at everything that I say I believe.

I’m not a good person.

Ask anyone who loves me.

I never write, I never call, I never think about anyone at all.

I’m not a good person, no matter what I do.

My exhaustion will consume me and I’m too tired for the truth.

I’m not a good person.

I’m sure you’re not surprised.

It must be pouring out my sweat glands, it must be someplace in my eyes.

I don’t know why I am this way.

It’s been like this since I can remember.

I try to keep up with everything I know I should do, but then I fall to pieces anyway.

I don’t know why I am the way.

I’m not a good person, not even to you.

I’m staying home because I can’t stand the sound of another heartbeat in the room.

I’m not a good person.

Fuck it, you know it’s true

I’m lazy, I’m a coward, I’m asleep all day in my room.

I don’t know why I am this way.

It’s been like this since I can remember.

I try to keep up with everything I know I should do, but then I fall to pieces anyway.

I don’t know why I am this way.

i take my coffee with cream
i take my streets with a banner
i take my cellphones without batteries
i take my friendships with a mask and a hammer
my belt is too big, my pants are too small, my laundry isn’t done
now let me tell you how society should be run

make some noise
something to scream to the silence
face the void
of what we’ll never hold

okay have you considered how mccree gets probably gets really easily overwhelmed by how much he loves hanzo (hanzo does too but much more privately) like hanzo could be eating shitty cup noodles at 3am in the morning in nothing but ratty sweats and his hair tied up really quickly and ridiculously, mccree just takes one look at him and he’s just tearing up…. like that’s his husband who he can’t believe he’s married to and is so incredibly in love with.
next thing you know mccree has his arms wrapped around hanzo’s waist and is softly crying into hanzo’s shoulder, hanzo feigns annoyance because mccree….. that’s like the third time today…. but it’s so endearing he feels his heart flutter for his dumb overly emotional cowboy husband