It’s easy for her to disconnect herself. It’s easy to fold laundry and polish the banister, and not even notice what goes on outside of the house. She hears Jonathan come in the back door. She knows there’s...“Thank you .” She pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Don’t ever doubt it, okay?” Finally satisfied, he gives her a terse nod and kisses her back. “Okay.” Martha Kent Smallville 422

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Chest pounding...and deeper.  She denies it again and again and again.  Another slam to the table.  Relentless pursuit of the truth.  At any cost. [words] 96 [album] exile on coldharbour lane [season] two