so much of kendall and shiv’s sisterly animosity is based on kendall never getting to be daddy’s little girl and shiv never being his #1 boy… makes you ponder
what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // nickie zimov // homosexuality by frank o’hara // normal people (2020) // the unabridged journal by sylvia plath // holly warburton
kenshiv’s relationship to me is like. when you have two cats and they’re at each other’s throats in the morning before you go to work and when you come back the whole apartment is in ruins while they’re sound asleep next to each other
oh to be ewan, the only one left in the room who knew logan when he was little. to know logan could be minuscule. to watch your niece and nephews cry about your brother who swallowed them whole until they couldn’t imagine being anything but in the pit of his indifference and ambitions. and to see some of you in him, dead in a casket. after all, his beginning was also yours.
greek mythologizing logan roy….kendall saying “he created us” then shiv saying “he couldn’t fit a whole woman in his head” constantly referring to logan as zeus…..my god.
obsessed with how the last scene of this episode went. not finding the reaction he seeks, roman jumps into the river of protestors. he provokes them. he wants a fight and they’re not giving it to him. he shoulder-checks his way upstream. he slams into someone and they elbow him. he crashes to the pavement. he expects knuckles and boot soles to fall upon him, finally he’s crossed the line — he will feel his father’s violence again — none descend. he stays down a few moments longer than he needs to. a part of him hopes the crowd will just take the fucking hint. do me this favor, beat me, make me feel that awful ache only Dad can make me feel. resurrect him within my nervous system. let my body be a vessel for that familiar pain again. i’d do anything to feel that pain again. he doesn’t. feet step swiftly around him. a faceless hand finds his elbow, trying to help him stand. he lunges. he snarls. kindness is not a currency he trades for comfort. if you’re not reaching for me to hit me then get your fucking hands away.
