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HAHAHA but like internally crying
He lied, lyingly, like a liar.
i was not made for hookup culture, i was made for the most soul crushing experience ever. i was born to feel everything entirely and endlessly. i was made to feel everything deeply
It was a great movie on all aspects the writing cinematography and the execution. The way the story was depicted in 3 different povs and all over but still we’re not sure what’s happening.
This was such a pretty movie, I loved it!
the ending of the fifth volume has forever changed me. i’m a changed man.
how i feel knowing there is a dusty hardrive somewhere in a vault in China with ranwan wedding footage on it that will be kept imprisoned forever
graves grow no green that you can use.
gwendolyn brooks
*clutches fist* I just … the impact of the two children cannot be overstated … a girl and a boy, in some ways representative of all the girls and boys lost to the Games before their time … the way they are a noted synthesis of their parents’ features, the marriage of Seam and town, and the culmination of many other characters of the series with these same distinct features … the way they are described as dancing … and chubby … when their parents starved and fought … these little ones get to play … and be so well fed their mother calls attention to the healthy fat her toddler has … how Katniss and Peeta intend to teach their children how to be brave and intend to show them the good things people can do … but this isn’t something they’ll learn on their own by the harsh experience of cruelty and loss … their parents are loving and gentle and will guide them in ways their own parents could not or did not … these babies who are free to take Maude Ivory’s lullaby for granted … babies who have a father who wanted them so much, and have a mother who felt a joy so strong it tamed her most primal fears when she held them … her children … given epithets like their father … unaware of the fact that they walk on a graveyard … but also unaware, like their mother is, that a songbird and snake once walked here, and that with their existence, the legacy of the songbird’s nearly prophetic music has come to fruition and the snake is crushed … *help*
stop trying to be influencers we need good hackers who will leak Immortality and Eternal Faith tapes now more than ever
An interesting demonstration of how the human brain works.
But also something of a lesson regarding perception, and the unreliability of subjective perspective versus objective reality.
You can be extremely certain about how you perceive the world, your "lived experience," that which you "feel it in my heart." But that doesn't mean it's actually true. And it doesn't mean we have to endorse it, or ignore or outright deny objective reality.
That's a "you" thing, not a "we" thing.
English translation and romanization below the cut.
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kim dokja is everything. he's just some guy. he's the kindest person in the world. he's Jesus Christ. he's also Sun Wukong somehow. he's the personification of love as a force that powers reality. he died for our sins. he's a demon. he's an angel. he's suicidal. he's the more important being in the universe. he could be anyone. he's an inconceivable existence that expands along countless of world lines. he's a nerd. he's a concept. he's just some strings of text badly tied together. he's also the prince of the greek underworld. he was bullied in high school. he's an analogy for all the suffering in the world and also everything that is human and worth saving (but there's nothing in this reality that is not worth saving and everything deserves to be loved). he's a god. he's the sacrificial lamb. he's a yaoi man. he's an eldricth horror. he's ugly. he's your friend and also he's you. he's a very complicated anti-suicide metaphor. he's adorable. he's repressed and depressed. he has ptsd. he's the father of various human and non human entities and also the son of various human and non human entities. he's an office worker. he's simultaneously loved and hated by all the universe. he's a gary stu. he's bisexual. he's a murderer and also the most tragic victim of the irrepressible machine of universal suffering. he's a lover. he's a fox boy. he likes isekai novels.
Happy birthday Kim Dokja! Thank you for your story.
the text is the poem "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking" by Emily Dickinson
so like was anyone gonna warn me bridgerton s3 contains a string quartet version of dynamite by bts in a balls scene or did i have to find out and lose my mind in a university building myself
on a scale of "today, of all days, see, how the most dangerous thing is to love" to "oh, will wonders ever cease? blessed be the mystery of love", today i'm feeling like "know that i would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty"
Find people to write with (another beginner writing buddy, critique groups for beginners, a mentor or teacher, online writer groups that you trust)
Accept all feedback, but you ultimately decide what changes to make
If you want to traditionally publish your writing—don’t post it online. Anywhere.
Be choosey with who you share your writing with
Rejection does not determine your writing’s worth.
First drafts are meant to be bad—you can’t edit a blank page
Write as much and as often as makes you happy
Try out lots of different techniques until you find the one that really works for you
Write what interests you—not what you think others will be interested in
Ultimately, writing is supposed to be fun—don’t be afraid to have fun with it!
Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you:
Looks like they could kill you, is a cinnamon roll:
Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll:
Looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you:
I watched "blue eyed samurai" in two days in one breath....
My Instagram.
quotes that i think are very trobed coded:
“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” - Richard Siken
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.” - Richard Siken
“Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” - Richard Siken
“If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.” - Richard Siken
“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.” - Richard Siken
“You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
Your co-workers ask
if everything's okay and you tell them
you're just tired.
And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.” - Richard Siken
“He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.” - Richard Siken
“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?” - Ocean Vuong
“I miss you more than I remember you.” - Ocean Vuong
“Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined.” - Ocean Vuong
“What were you before you met me?”
“I think I was drowning.”
“And what are you now?”
“Water.” - Ocean Vuong
“You love him. The story still ends.
So please, I beg you,
he is all that I have,
and you have so many heroes,
and the world has so many more.
Let him be soft. And let him be mine.” - Pencap
“Yes, yes, yes, I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.” - Virginia Woolf
“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’” - Azra T.
“Good news, I love you anyway. All the mess and fuss of you. All the stray hairs and uneven smiles. I love your laugh and your sigh and the way you sing along with the music. It’s all lovable. It feels so good to love you.” - Redinkskinned
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” - Sade Andria Zabala
“There is something wrong with you. There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.” - Hera Lindsay Bird
“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in there.” - L M Dorsey
“And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn’t matter.” - from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky
“I just want you to know that you’re very special. And the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.” - from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky
“You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven
“You make me lovely.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven
“You know what I like about you? You’re interesting. You’re different. And I can talk to you. Don’t let that go to your head.”
“…You know what I like about you? Everything.” - from “All The Bright Places” by Jennifer Niven
“I love you.”
“It’ll pass.” - from “Fleabag” (2016-2019) by Phoebe Waller-Bridge
“I sit here on the couch, waiting.
Waiting for this to pass.
Days go by and I’m still here. Waiting.
You sit there, nothing changes.
I wait with bared teeth.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait for you.”
“I’ll take care of you.”
“It’s rotten work.”
“Not to me. Not if it’s you.” - Anne Carson
“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” - Jane Austen
-The Priest from Fleabag.