Another LOST Postsecret.
PENNY: Hello?
DESMOND: Penny?
PENNY: Desmond?
DESMOND: Penny…Penny, you answered. You answered, Penny.
[In London, Penelope is at home standing by a Christmas tree.]
PENNY: Des, where are you?
DESMOND: I’m…I’m, I’m on a boat. Um…I’ve been on an island, and — Oh my god, Penny. Is that really you?
PENNY: Yeah! Yes, it’s me!
DESMOND: You believe me? You still care about me?
PENNY: Des, I’ve been looking for you for the past three years. I know about the island. I’ve been researching—-[static]—-and then when I spoke to your friend Charlie, that’s when I knew you were still alive. That’s when I knew I wasn’t crazy. Des, are you still there!?
DESMOND: Yes, yes, I’m here! I’m still here, can you hear me?
PENNY: Yeah, yeah, that’s better.
DESMOND: I love you, Penny. I’ve always loved you. I’m so sorry. I love you.
PENNY: I love you too.
DESMOND: I don’t know where I am, but—
PENNY: I’ll find you, Des—
DESMOND: —I promise—
PENNY: —no matter what—
DESMOND: —I’ll come back to you—
PENNY: —I won’t give up—
BOTH: I promise. I love you.
[Static cuts them off.]
SAYID: I’m sorry. The power source went dead, it’s all we have.
[Desmond walks toward Sayid, his memory of him and his time on the island returning.]
DESMOND: Thank you, Sayid. [They shake hands] It was enough.
SAYID: Are you alright now?
DESMOND: Aye. I’m perfect.
I just did this. No big deal. Tell them you think. It took me less than five minutes.
(Source: milojamesthatch, via yelyahwilliams)
My band, Cities & Years (with Ben Cureton), is playing a show in a week. Even though we’re opening at 8 PM on a Tuesday, I put us on top of the flyer because that’s how excited I am about us finally unveiling what we’ve been working on, for over a year, to other people. Our set exemplifies so much of how I’ve been feeling that there’s no way to disconnect me from it, to the point that I feel intertwined with it.
That’s not even a strong enough statement.
I guarantee it. I stand behind it 100%. This music is my Black Card, my Centurion American Express. It’s my private concierge to get me to where I want to go. And, it’s not just me. It’s me and my best friend. We decide everything together, and the way it works, and where everything goes. It’s a team effort. And it works.
(Source: shanetron)