Sounds like the story of my life

Quote

“It’s like they say: “Smile, perk yourself up. Things could be worse.” And you smiled, and perked yourself up, and by golly, things got worse!” —Bob Crane, KNX, 1962

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Totally not okay after last nights POI

My emotions during:

The kissyesFusco and his kid almost dying/being put through torturealmost cryingReese saying he’d rather be with Joss at the end than with anyone elsetumblr_lz61u32bRl1qlq05hJoss and Reese getting shot with Finch looking on and Joss dying and thinking of her son with Reese cradling hertumblr_inline_mgmp9uqvgA1r8pe6hthe endDr.-Whothe promo for next weektumblr_m7wq2s5ZW81qdqxo1when I went to bedRoseCryingThis is how I currently feel towards whatever idiot wrote that episodetumblr_m4nrr6TJGY1qcw1suo1_500

Happy Birthday Jeremy Brett!

(I write this a little over a year ago)

Dear Jeremy,
If I could write a letter to you,
This is what I’d say:
I’d say I really miss you,
And would have prayed for you every day.

I’d say how much I like you,
And how much to me you mean.
I’d tell you what I’d wished to do,
If I wasn’t just sixteen.

But you died before I was born,
Only a few months, though.
You went away for me to morn,
Someone I do not know.

If I could write a letter to you,
This is what I’d say:
I’d say I really miss you,
And would have prayed for you every day.

I’d tell you how much fun you are,
And how much I like your laugh.
I’d tell you, though you’re ever far,
What I’d have done on your behalf.

But you died on September 12th,
In 1995.
Yet you left us that near-endless wealth,
You, just in disguise.

If I could write a letter to you,
This is what I’d say:
I’d say I really miss you,
And would have prayed for you every day.

I’d say I’m glad I met you,
Though never face to face.
I’d tell you how I admire you,
All your gentle ease and grace.

But you died of heart failure,
Lungs scarred from your childhood flu.
A night of broken grandeur,
And a meeting between God and you.

If I could write a letter to you,
This is what I’d say:
I’d say I really miss you,
And would have prayed for you every day.

I’d tell you of the times I’ve had,
Overjoyed in your array.
I’d mention the times you’ve made me mad,
And say that it’s OK.

But you died 16 years ago,
Though you’re still with us today.
If only you could learn and know,
How much I’d like to say. happy birthday jbHappy birthday, Mr. Brett!