My obsessions
I usually get obsessed with a new thing every week. I'm fickle like that



Jax: I know this is all my fault.
Tara: No, it’s not, Jax. This had to happen.
Jax: What are you talking about?
Tara: Fate. We’re supposed to be together, right? But you can’t leave here.
Jax: I am leaving here. With you.
Tara: No. The club won’t let you. Gemma won’t let you. Charming won’t let you. The only way I can be with you is if I lose my way out. I lost that tonight, baby. I have a dead hand. No one will want me now. I’ll never save another life again. I’ll never fix a tiny heart.
Jax: Don’t do this—
Tara: It’s okay, ‘cause now we can be together. You, me, Gemma. Happy family, here in Charming. Maybe I should smash my other hand, that way I can just stay at home, be a mom, raise your babies.
Jax: Tara, stop, don’t do that.
Tara: You should leave now.
Jax: Baby, I’m sorry.
Tara: I can’t see you - anyone. Please, Jax, go. Go! Go! GO!

(Source: monkeyknifefight, via fuckyeahjaxtara)


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