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I’m Lauren. I’m 22. Oregonian. Straight. This blog is a place for my obsessions and all my many eccentricities. I’m extremely passionate and opinionated. I’m a Capricorn through and through. I believe that in today’s world truly, genuinely good-hearted people are hard to find. I’d like to think I’m one of those people. Lets obsess over things together, shall we? :D
The difference between us ain’t that big.
My boys.
OMFG I love my dash sometimes… :)
Then I’ll see your face, I know I’m finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name, I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
*After talking about his relationship with Ana-Lucia*
Jack: Why are you telling me this Sawyer?
Sawyer: Cuz’ your about the closest thing I got to a friend, Doc.
Sawyer: By the time you get back we’ll be in the water. Guess this is pretty much goodbye, then.
Jack: Yeah, I guess it is. Good luck, Sawyer.
Sawyer: [pause] Jack! About a week before we all got on the plane I got to talking to this man in a bar in Sydney. He was American, too. A doctor. I’ve been on some benders in my time, but this guy, he was going for an all time record. It turns out this guy has a son. His son’s a doctor, too. They had some kind of big time falling out. The guy knew it was his fault even though his son was back in the States thinking the same damn thing.
[Jack starts crying]
Sawyer: See, kids are like dogs. You knock them around enough, they’ll think they did something to deserve it. Anyway, there’s a pay phone in this bar. And this guy, Christian… tells me he wishes he had the stones to pick up the phone, call his kid, tell him he’s sorry. That he’s a better doctor than he’ll ever be. He’s proud, and he loves him. I had to take off, but something tells me he never got around to making that call. Small world, huh?
Jack: Yeah…
Sawyer: Good luck, Jack.LOST - 1.23 “Exodus, Part One”





