Do we really need to know the absolute truth?

I don’t worry about believing anything. The truth is the truth no matter what my opinion or perception is and I don’t know the truth about Sam and Cait. The truth can’t change based on my belief or even lack of belief.

I don’t really care. I mean I could try to come to a conclusion but I don’t think I have enough information.

Some might feel they do but there are way too many variables for me.

I like them together and that’s what makes me happy. So I am a fan of that. It would be nice to verify that they are a couple but it’s not necessary and there are a lot things going on in their lives that i have absolutely no clue about. Any way i look at it doesn’t make sense so i choose to stay on the side of them being together because I like it.

Just watching them makes me feel like they are together. It’s a common reaction to them and it’s true for tons of people. Probably the majority of people who meet them and see them interact think they are together. They are asked about their chemistry so much because it’s palpable. Maybe their emotional/spiritual connection is something I have no familiarity or understanding of and neither do most people and it’s their own special brand of uhh, I dunno, them, and that manifests in this beautiful visible exciting connection between them that inspires others. Maybe they are actually together and really contorting themselves to hide it. Maybe they aren’t. Maybe they have an open relationship. Who knows?

Just watch their goodbye Scotland hello South Africa video and try not to smile. Just watch their ECCC announcement and try not to smile. They are gold together.

The magic of chemistry is that you can’t fake it. That’s why they have chemistry tests. If it were just down to good acting, you could put any two good actors together and have chemistry. But you can’t. Caitriona and Sam have IT and they have IT together. I’m here for IT. I keep my eyes on them. F- the peripherals.


Nailed it! 

Inspired by Mike’s first thought being Harvey, always Harvey.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.

one of the reasons mental illness sucks so fucking much is because people around you can literally tell you again and again that they love you, that they think you’re cool and funny, that they support you in every way, that you’re talented or intelligent, and no matter how many times they say it you’ll always cringe and shake your head and say “no, no i’m not, really” but the SECOND someone says one bad thing about you, even just once. You believe it completely.