When I was very small, I would sneak out of the slave quarters at night to the main house. I would stand outside the window to the parlour. I would stand amongst the heat, and the bugs, and the filth, on my toes to see inside. Inside that house was a little girl my age, with the most beautiful skin. I watched her dance while her father played music and her mother sewed. I watched her read, and eat, and sing, and sleep, kept safe and warm and clean by her father… My father. The things it took to make that room possible, they were awful things - but inside that room was peace. That is what home is to me.
songs you should be listening to in february|| listen here
moondust - jaymes young | straightjacket - quinn xcii | clouds - børns | 1000x- jarryd james ft. broods | dirty
dirty - charlotte cardin | ms.
anonymous - max | king
city- majid jordan | all
we do - oh wonder | breathe - lauv | without - years & years
The Bullet Farmer giving a young Furiosa shooting lessons! I don’t know how this lines up with any official timeline but I imagine this taking place not long after she lost her arm and would have to re-learn how to balance a rifle.