“It’s hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed hate is the only feel that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart, tears him in something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you, to let you know how hard I’m tryin’ not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act, what I feel slamming up agains what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day I realised most of it was spend cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future. All I have is distractions and remorse.
I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliche as it sounds, I left part of me in that box. Part I barely knew, part I’ll never see again. Everyday is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look on what’s inside. You determines if it’s a gift or a coffin.”
— Jackson Teller, S05E05 Orca Shrugged
Charlie Hunnam and Maggie Siff at the Sons of Anarchy season 5 premiere screening - September 8, 2012
JAX: “Please, get mad at me, Tara. Scream at me or something. I know this is all my fault.”
TARA: “No, it’s not, Jax. This had to happen. […] 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 today, baby. I have a dead hand. No one will want me now. No one… I’ll never save another life again, never fix a tiny heart. It’s okay. We can now be together — you, me, Gemma. Here in beautiful Charming. A happy family. Maybe I should smash my other hand. That way I can just stay home, be a mom, raise your babies…”
So bum me a cigarette, buy me a beer
Till i’m happy to be here, happy to be here
With all of my family, hookers in heels
And the men who watch them like hungry black eels
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other.
Now you will feel no cold, for you’ll always be warmth for each other.
Now you will feel no loneliness, for you’ll always be each other’s companion.
Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you.
JAX: “Don’t you get tired of it? Running?”
TARA: “I’m not running, I’m… I’m just being realistic, Jax.”
JAX: “Call it whatever you want. Your life a series of hit and runs. The minute someone makes you feel uncomfortable, test your loyalty… little Tara packs her bags and hits the road. I guess you got what you wanted from me, right? Use me to do your dirty work.”
TARA: “That’s not fair!”
JAX: “Not fair?! You know how many women I slept with over the last ten years?”
TARA: “Don’t do this!”
JAX: “Hundreds! Maybe more, I don’t know. I barely see their faces! I married Wendy because I was lonely. ‘Cause I got tired of the endless disconnect. It was a sad timeout. Because when I’m inside someone, there’s only one face I see. When you came home it was like some kind of sign for me. Like my past coming around, giving me another shot to do this differently. Better. Now that chance is running back to Chicago. You take care, doc.”
I want your love
Give me your love
I want your love
Give me your love, give it to me
finally, my new background!
TARA: “We got away with murder. What does that make me?”
JAX: “A survivor.”
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams