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  • New trending GIF tagged breaking bad, mike, half measures, no more half measures via Giphy https://ift.tt/2Jc244V

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  • #GIF#breaking bad#mike#half measures #no more half measures
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  • Idk about you but being told by the government that they want you to get sick in order to create “herd immunity” but don’t want to take measures to ensure you won’t go broke due to having to isolate yourself cause they ain’t closing work places or putting financial plans into place feels pretty fucked up to me.

    #but then what else would I expect from this government #some of you may die #but thats a sacrifice I'm willing to make - boris johnson 2020 #half measures #i know i likely won't die but I can't afford to be ill
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  • It’s been years, now, since she left and even
    still he sleeps on just half the bed. After all,

    it really is easier to make that way, quicker
    to hide all evidence of dreaming, like souvenirs

    hastily put back up on the shelf. He has become
    the tenant of fractioned closets, of half-portioned

    recipes, of refracted light. He sometimes tells
    himself, like time, there is managing in measure,

    absence held in the handspan, the half heart,
    the hair’s breadth. For comfort, he remembers

    seeing the great Dutch paintings—Dou, sometimes
    Vermeer—the immeasurable lives made so nearly

    bearable in the frame, slightness like a bird’s
    body in a plastic bag. As a child, he used to

    count miles on telephone poles while, in front,
    his parents spoke in weather-leveled voices.

    When he’d told her this she pitied him. When
    he would add up all the countries he wanted to

    show her, she’d tell him that numbers are such
    a man’s way of holding the world, but, when

    women love, they love innumerably. Softly,
    he’d said he only wanted to hold her. He’d never

    admit how, against her body, he felt so desperately
    proportionate, how sometimes he would lie

    along the bathroom tiles as though the seams
    and scale would make him somehow bearable

    as a painting, would hold him. Not because
    he needed holding, but maybe just to know loss

    could be traveled, as he watched planes scrawl
    across the unbound blue through the window.

    So often, these days, he thinks of grief in terms
    of distance. Carefully plotting out the lengths

    involved in the longing, he imagines himself some
    ancient philosopher slowly dividing the distance

    toward home, thinking of a child’s hands, still
    sticky with the juice of a poorly sectioned fruit.

    How impossibly small it all can seem, small
    like distance, halved, and halved, and halved again.



    Half Measures~ Patrick James Errington

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    #the prize fighter inferno #elm street#half measures#claudio sanchez
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  • #the prize fighter inferno #half measures #coheed and cambria #claudio sanchez#acoustic
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  • Mike Ehrmantraut: I used to be a beat cop, a long time ago. I’d get called on domestic disputes all the time. Hundreds, probably, over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit that I will never forget. Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson. You remember him? Walking Tall? You don’t remember?

    Walter H. White: No.

    Mike Ehrmantraut: Anyway, big boy, 270, 280 but his wife or whatever she was, his lady was real small, like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I’d get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say: “Come on, tonight’s the night we press charges.” This wasn’t one of those “deep down, he loves me” setups. We got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn’t gonna cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her to the EMT’s, put him a car, drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes. Back home. But one night my partner’s out sick, and it’s just me. The call comes in and it’s the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night we’re driving into town and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming “Danny Boy.” And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, “This is it. This is how it ends.” And he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself. Swearing to God he’s gonna leave her alone. Screaming, much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet. That I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And, of course, he got quiet goes still and real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. Then we just stood there for a while, me, acting like I’m thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth and I say, “So help me, if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such, and blah, blah, blah.”

    Walter H. White: It was just a warning?

    Mike Ehrmantraut: Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. Moral of the story is I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I’ll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter.

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  • Skyler lowkey looked really pretty in this scene.

    #breaking bad#half measures #breaking bad aesthetics #skyler white #breaking bad season 3 #anna gunn
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  • Just listen to the guitar and ignore all the rest and it’ll be just like listening to Mikołaj on that afternoon.

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  • You are missed.

    #half measures #steven says stuff
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  • Half Measures The Prize Fighter Inferno

    Your mistake was giving up on yourself.
    And now here you will stay, for your crimes committed
    You will receive everything.

    The words on the screen reads indicted
    The picture’s a broken scene.
    How tough love feels, it’s what you need.
    All these removed and reminded
    Of a time when this wasn’t me,
    And we were still the best of friends.
    I hope you’ll be okay.

    #music #The Prize Fighter Inferno #Half Measures#favorites
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  • This day turned from wistful folky singer-songwriters to bouncy synthpop jams in like no time flat.

    #music #the prize fighter inferno #pfi#half measures
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  • #p.s. i still love you #jenny han#love#half measures #want it all #have it all #risk it all #quote#book#reading#beautiful words#pg 337#the end#yaaaas #love to read #imagine
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  • Breaking bad rewatch - Half Measures  03x12

    #breaking bad rewatch #jesse pinkman#breaking bad#half measures #i miss it #this episode was so fucking good #my edit
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  • “I used to be a beat cop a long time ago.

    And I’d get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years.

    But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget. Gordy, he looked like Bo Svenson, you remember him? Walking Tall? You don’t remember? Anyway, big boy. 270, 280. But his wife, whatever she was, his lady…was real small. Like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I got called out there every weekend, and one of us would pull her aside and say “come on, tonight’s the night we press charges.” And this wasn’t one of those deep-down he-loves-me set-ups — we get a lot of those — but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn’t going to cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMT’s, put him in a car and drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning out he goes. Back home.

    But one night, my partner’s out sick, and it’s just me. And the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming “Danny Boy.” And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down, and I put my revolver in his mouth, and I told him, “This is it. This is how it ends.” And he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s going to leave her alone. Screaming … as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet. Cause I needed to think about what I was going to do here. And of course he got quiet. Goes still. And real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while, me acting like I’m thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes I took the gun out of his mouth, and I say, “So help me if you touch her again I will such-and-such and such-and-such and blah blah blah blah blah”.

    Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. The moral of the story is: I chose a half measure, when I should have gone all the way. I’ll never make that mistake again.

    No more half measures, Walter.“

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  • TOTD, 1/9/15.

    “Erizo Schultz”/ The Prize Fighter Inferno/ Half Measures

    Because, you know, I have to.
    Also because it’s gorgeous.

    #erizo schultz #The Prize Fighter Inferno #half measures#pfi#music#spotify#totd #track of the day
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