"i love you," bono whispers to his wife. "oh honey," she whispers back, "i love you too." bono rolls over in bed and stares at the ceiling as she drifts off to sleep. why cant she love him for who he is and not just his band
"Get some wine, she-wolf. And take whatever coin they have as well, we’ll need it. If there’s ships at Saltpans, we can reach the Vale by sea.”
The process of sobering J.P. up.
Robert Mitchum and John Wayne in Howard Hawks' Eldorado (1966)
Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.
He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.
Do you swear to the gods that you want to marry this woman? I swear.
The brethren know they face extinction. All that remains is where they make their final stand.
SPN MEME - Five deaths
Bobby Singer, Death’s Door