she/herSome of my fave things Now here's mostly heartstopper, six of crows, spideypool, DRUCK, River Phoenix, Timothee Chalamet, Harry Styles (not 1D, not larry, I just love his music,I’m not that deep), Xavier Dolan, Paul Thomas Anderson, some books, some awards and film festivals(this is my side blog, I follow as pandora-moon:)
The fact that we aren't going to hear Kaz's internal thoughts in the show such as:
Example A:
"He needed to tell her... what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near."
Example B:
"She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him."
“You were children. Was there no one to protect you?” “Was there anyone to protect you?” She paused behind him. “You protected me, Kaz.” “The fact that you’re bleeding through your bandages tells me otherwise.”
She glanced down. A red blossom of blood had spread on the bandage tied around her shoulder. She tugged awkwardly at the strip of towel. “I need Nina to fix this one.” He didn’t mean to say it. He meant to let her go. “I can help you.”
He was so close now. His mind took in the shell of her ear, the hair tucked behind it, that rapid pulse fluttering in her throat. Alive, alive, alive.
After all she’d endured, he was the weak one. But she would never know what it was like for him to see Nina pull her close, watch Jesper loop his arm through hers, what it was to stand in doorways and against walls and know he could never draw nearer. But I’m here now, he thought wildly. He had carried her, fought beside her, spent whole nights next to her, both of them on their bellies, peering through a long glass, watching some warehouse or merch’s mansion. This was nothing like that. He was sick and frightened, his body slick with sweat, but he was here. He watched that pulse, evidence of her heart, matching his own beat for anxious beat. He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown skin. He wanted to…He wanted. -Crooked Kingdom