The Waiter, Square Shoulders, The Singer & The Waitress, 1980-1988
Pen & ink, marker.
The Waiter, Square Shoulders, The Singer & The Waitress, 1980-1988
Pen & ink, marker.
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One of my favourite characters from a TV Show ever.
Toshiko Sato - Torchwood
She was incredibly intelligent but modest. She loved unconditionally. You just have to look at how much work she put into trying to save her mother, how you could always tell that she was more than grateful to Jack for giving her a chance to live her life and of course, Owen.
I love Tosh for loving Owen for all of that time no matter what he did. She had to watch him fall in love with someone else and have an affair with Gwen and she didn’t say anything about it. She only got her chance after Owen died and even though she would never be happy the way she had obviously wanted before, it didn’t stop her.
In Something Borrowed when Gwen tells Tosh she could get married to Owen someday and Tosh replies, “…until death do us part. It’ll sound like a bad joke.” my heart breaks.
But the moment that just makes me want to die is in Exit Wounds. Tosh uses her last moments to do everything she can to save Owen. She was in incredible pain and she could have used the time to save herself but Owen was more important. She didn’t tell him that she was dying despite him asking if she was okay. And when he died for the last time she cried and was distraught and blamed herself. She lived her life for others, her own health and safety was secondary.
And the last thing she ever saw was the face of the man who saved her life. And she smiled. I think that was because she realised that it was worth it.
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“here’s looking at you, kid” by anatol knotek
sonder
n. the unsettling realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill…
