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finn is the foil to kylo ren, not rey. finn was taken from his family against his will into the first order and realized on his own that murder was wrong. conversely, kylo willingly went away from his family into the first order and consciously uses murder to gain power. as kylo kills his father, finn becomes a resistance hero. their storylines and development are inversely proportional to each other- when finn moves toward the light, kylo falls further toward darkness.

Sorry I’ve been rather dead around here lately. Most of the content that I’ve been doing that I could post here have been comic related stuff which I’m trying to not post ‘cause, well, I wouldn’t really say is too spoilerish but I dont know. I rather just save it. 

I guess i could just post random panels now and then without context. I’ll see.

Anyways have some fish fan service

Words cannot describe all that you mean to me. I could spend hours trying to fit words together like a puzzle to fit into the enigma of you. However, even Shakespeare is at a loss for words when it comes to the effect your honey brown eyes have on me. These words will never do you justice or depict how your love forever changed me. You are the words that flow from my pen, you are every love song and quote that I come across. I do not write these words for you, but rather you are the words that beg to be written.
I love talking to you but we should stop. Because you’re always happy and it makes my heart hurt every time you smile at me because you have the best smile I’ve seen in a long time- possibly ever- and the world can’t afford to lose it. But you need to stop because all I can think about when you look at me like you love me is how much I really really don’t want to hurt you and how much I’ll hate myself when I do.

he was 65, his wife was 66, had
Alzheimer’s disease.

he had cancer of the
mouth.
there were
operations, radiation
treatments
which decayed the bones in his
jaw
which then had to be
wired.


daily he put his wife in
rubber diapers
like a
baby.


unable to drive in his
condition
he had to take a taxi to
the medical
center,
had difficulty speaking,
had to
write the directions
down.


on his last visit
they informed him
there would be another
operation: a bit more
left
cheek and a bit more
tongue.


when he returned
he changed his wife’s
diapers
put on the tv
dinners, watched the
evening news
then went to the bedroom, got the
gun, put it to her
temple, fired.


she fell to the
left, he sat upon the
couch
put the gun into his
mouth, pulled the
trigger.


the shots didn’t arouse
the neighbors.


later
the burning tv dinners
did.


somebody arrived, pushed
the door open, saw
it.


soon
the police arrived and
went through their
routine, found
some items:


a closed savings
account and
a checkbook with a
balance of
$1.14
suicide, they
deduced.


in three weeks
there were two
new tenants:
a computer engineer
named
Ross
and his wife
Anatana
who studied
ballet.


they looked like another
upwardly mobile
pair.

—  ‘Hell is a Lonely Place’, by Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)
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