Two players. Two sides. One is light, one is dark.
WE HAVE TO GO BACK
—me, as I start rewatching LOST yet again (via carrisonford
22nd September 2004 - 23 May 2010
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
NOT ONLY HAS HE GOT A PHONE. BUT HE GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER. /HE PUT/ /HIS NUMBER/ IN YOUR PHONE ROSE
And a picture of a blue box.
I think of this every single time I see this scene. It’s fucking adorable.
"And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.”
I write sins not cosines or tangents