Maura with her hands in her pockets appreciation post

Maura Isles  "But I Am A Good Girl" 4.03 

Happy Birthday, Jessica Phyllis Lange (April 20, 1949)

By the time you’re past middle age, you get a really strong sense of self. I don’t care what people think of me anymore. I’m not looking for approval or acceptance. I don’t feel like I have to adjust or try to fit in. You become kind of eccentric.

i have a long car drive by myself tomorrow. anyone have any music suggestions? 

04-20 / 6:15 / 2 notes
Anonymous: "Constance and Angela having coffee together while watching their daughters, and having a laugh watching Jane keep trying to hold Maura's hand and things, and maybe maura doesn't want to hold hands or is crazy into playing with some blocks, and Jane is just like, flopping down in defeat, haha ^ ^"

rizzles-tho:

 Now that Maura was five, she felt as if she was old enough to play at Jane’s house instead of running errands with her mom on weekends, so when Jane invited her over to play that afternoon, Maura nearly begged her mom until she said yes.

It was Maura’s first time away from her parents outside of school, so when her mom dropped her off, Jane and Angela were surprised to see that she had a backpack with her instead of just a stuffed animal or her favorite toy.

“Maura, there’s no school today,” Jane said while looking at Maura’s backpack.

“Did you bring all your favorite toys?” Angela smiled at Maura.

“I forgot her toys,” Constance nearly gasped. “The backpack is filled with her necessities. There’s medicine if she gets a stomach ache or if she starts sniffling. If her throat starts hurting, there are some cough drops and if she gets a cut there’s bandages and antibiotic ointment. I also added snacks that she can share with Jane. Maura likes trail mix and dried banana chips.”

Jane imagined anything, even her own boogers, would taste better than the snacks Maura had brought and she made a mental note to offer Maura some cookies and fruit punch during snack time.

“Maura, I got new LEGOs,” Jane said in hopes of changing the subject from medicine and healthy snacks.

LEGOs were Maura’s favorite toy and, just by mentioning them, Jane had made Maura feel better about being away from her mom for the afternoon. “Bye, Mommy!” Maura said as she hurried to the LEGO set Jane had dumped from its container onto the living room carpet. “I’ll see you at six. I love you!”

Maura was already building a LEGO house with Jane, but Constance was still watching over her little girl. “I’ve never left her before,” she told Angela. “What if she misses me or thinks I’m leaving her because I don’t love her?”

“You leave her for three hours a day, five days a week at her kindergarten class,” Angela pointed out. “And look at her building a house. She doesn’t even realize you’re still standing here.” Angela noticed that she still hadn’t stopped watching Maura. “Have a seat, I’ll bring you some coffee and we can talk while you work up the nerve to leave Maura for the first time.”

Constance had finally felt at ease until she heard an “Ow!” from her little girl. “Maura, darling, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Mommy,” Maura responded without taking her eyes off of the house she was building. “I just put my hand on a LEGO.”

“Children aren’t porcelain dolls. They don’t break as easily as you think,” Angela said as she handed Constance a cup of coffee. “Try having Janie as a daughter. She gets a new cut or scrape every time she plays outside, but all I have to do is bandage her up and send her right back out there and she’s fine.”

Jane overheard their mothers talk about them, but Maura was too wrapped up in building a house to pay attention. She had hoped they’d go to the kitchen or her baby brother Tommy would wake up from his nap to distract them, but much to her dismay neither happened and she was forced to hold off on her plan.

An hour had passed and their mothers were still talking to each other about parenting tips and other subjects Jane didn’t care about, so she decided they were distracted enough for her to go through with her plan. Be brave. You’ve done this before.

Jane ever so slowly inched her way toward Maura and grabbed her hand, but the moment their hands touched, Maura pulled away from Jane. Her every move was thwarted and Jane was left to wonder what she was doing wrong.

“Jane, I’m building a house,” Maura said as she pulled her hand away yet again.

“But the house is fine,” Jane pointed out. “It’s time to hold hands.”

“We can be girlfriends later. It’s time for LEGOs.”

“Ugh,” Jane groaned and, after another failed attempt, she flopped face down in defeat.

“Janie?” Angela asked. “What are you groaning about now?”

“I don’t understand women,” Jane mumbled, still face down on the carpet.

“What?” Angela tried not to laugh.

“I don’t understand women,” Jane enunciated. “They’re your girlfriend one minute and the next they just want to play LEGOs instead of holding hands, but when you’re trying to ride your tricycle that’s when they want to hold hands and play house. I don’t understand any of this!”

Constance and Angela had tried not to laugh earlier, but Jane’s outburst had them in hysterics.

“And just how do I deal with this?” Constance asked Angela.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Angela smiled. “I didn’t expect them to be a couple for at least another ten years.”

This is a place where I don’t feel alone,

mrs and mrs badass

6x08//10x19

"My friends call me Grandma, but, like, Grandma’s killing it right now. I’m pretty sure Grandma nailed it in a half-naked Terry Richardson shoot, okay? So I’m fine with it. I just do my thing. I do what’s best for me. That’s it."

Title: Eet
Artist: Regina Spektor
Played: 49729 times

Eet | Regina Spektor

It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song
You can’t believe it, you were always singing along
It was so easy, and the words so sweet
You can’t remember, you try to feel the beat


Played: 2340265 times

waakeme-up:

This is Ke$ha’s song ‘Blow’ without the auto tune

Omg


technicolordame:

i have feelings that are too real for characters that are fictional

thirdeyesviews:

kelseykels:

the ballad of the salad

Is this Coachella?

fiscal-clit:

but first, let me take a xanax