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moreaithusaplease · 2 years
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The death of Arthur
You'd died.
That thing is wearing your skin
Yet no one perceived what took your place
Even when the thing was so silent that didn't looked like you anymore.
You help them but they don't know the truth
Because the real one died the same day he did die
The day he did die the sun seemed less bright or maybe it was just me
"—Oh darling, even Rome fell"
When the goodness told me that you weren't backing soon, I wished i did screamed, screamed as loud as i could.
I didn't even sob or wail, mine grief was discreet, Horrible but persistent, Silent just like a internal bleeding that take time to do the damage.
Maybe i did wished that you did in heard my silent plea on your peaceful rest, that you would open your eyes and hug me teasingly in the way just you could do
Thinking about we again, i couldn't even ask you to stay when everyone you loved got away, and who knows if you would like my company ever again.
Maybe is the egoism, the type of egoism that all the dragon Lords had, a simple desire of own something that no one else has
Because i thinked i could read you like a open book, but you? You my darling were in another whole language.
How could have i never have understood this? I could never had this type of feeling, i know today, maybe i knew since then and didn't wanted to recognize it.
Even knowing it all, i would do anything to simple have you here, But even the most powerful know that at this time i can't break the destiny course, how i tried to and failed miserably
It was terrifying.
While i mourned everything
Everyone else clearly forgotten
I saw when they started to see our world as a myth.
When they started to see you as a Myth
I could have done something, yes i could.
But in those myths you were happy, I couldn't destroy that happiness even if it was all fake to me, Silently I dreamed about a world where every single of those myths happened and you were alive
Maybe my magic was the one to guilt
It seemed to work, Since no one remember the real story anymore and even i started to forget little by little, I can't even bring myself to remember the tone of your eyes.
Would you call me idiot if you could read this?
Maybe it was actually the time, but you knew i never liked to out the fault in my shoulders My darling Arthur
I miss you
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kttheracoon · 2 months
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as someone who moved schools a lot as a kid i hate getting memories of something someone said but not being able to remember who said it cuz it just reminds me that i’m slowly forgetting the ppl i used to be so close with
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merverse · 4 months
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thinking about how they said grover was affected the most out of everyone bc he was alone and how nico and bianca stayed for 70 years inside that hotel and didn't forget each other bc they were always within reach and how that little detail makes their story even more devastating bc they got through it together and the moment they got out they get separated and then bianca never comes back
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soracities · 3 months
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Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]
on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)
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thebibliosphere · 6 months
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There are a lot of things I'm sad about in my life. You don't get to go through the kind of medical trauma I've been through and come out unscathed on the other side.
But one thing I'm really bitter about is that I can't remember my wedding anymore. The pernicious anemia took it from me and wiped my brain clean. Except it's not clean, not really. I remember it in patches. Like red wine stains on a white rug that have never quite lifted out no matter how hard you try.
I look at the pictures on my bookcase, and they feel like remembering a story someone else has told me. There's a young woman in a white dress wearing my face, and she looks happy. I'm happy for her. But you can see the strain around her eyes, too. The pain she's hiding because no one with authority believes her when she says her body doesn't feel right. That something is Wrong.
They won't believe her for another decade. They won't believe her until it's almost too late, and it's that lateness that will rob her of her memories and turn them into a wavering rainbow suspended in the fine haze of watery sunlight that occasionally surfaces through the blanks.
There's one memory that's real, though. Solid. It's not my vows. It's not my father walking me down the aisle. (Though those are there, just hazy and dream-like). It's our first dance.
It's the lights dimming around the room as the staff cleared the floor, causing the fishbowls full of white roses and LED lights on the tables to wobble like pools of moonlight against dark paneled walls.
It's the band inviting us out onto the floor and us giggling because we know what's coming next, and no one else does. It's the twang of a banjo reverberating around the room through the speakers, followed by the dulcet tones of Kermit the Frog wondering why there are so many songs about rainbows.
It's us waltzing around the enclosed circle of light, singing to each other out of tune and grinning like idiots as everyone around us starts to laugh.
It's everyone joining in on the song because it's the Muppets, and everyone knows the words. It's 100+ people singing the Rainbow Connection, some laughing, some a bit tearful, because it's bringing back memories. Because it's making a new one.
It's looking up at my new husband through the brain fog and all the pain in my body and thinking, "I want to remember this moment forever."
I don't know what entity was out there listening to me at that moment and chose to grant that wish. I don't know why this is the one memory that stuck while everything else in my brain got decimated into scattered, fragmented snapshots. But I'm so, so thankful it is.
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barghest-land · 17 days
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drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home
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forecast0ctopus · 8 months
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psych episode where shawn begins to have psychic premonitions (carbon monoxide poisoning)
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feral-ballad · 8 months
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Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Savaging”
[Text ID: “I woke up having / forgotten even your faces, / but remembered / my hunger. What if this is all / I am left with: / memories of my young body / rifling through refuse”]
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jmfenner91 · 2 years
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Inktober Day 12: Forget I have a lot of memory issues, so I tried to capture that 'spotlight searching' feeling. It sometimes feels like recalling one thing means forgetting another!
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what truly gets me with knives out and glass onion both is the use of the viewers' memories. like when harlan gives marta the instructions where to park the car, before or behind the statue. or when we see miles hand duke the whiskey glass.
like i watched those parts. i heard harlan say where to park the car. i consciously took in how miles gave duke his glass the first time. but then the characters show that twisted scene and suddenly i also don't remember. park the car before or behind the statue? did he hand duke the glass or did duke take it by mistake?
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csuitebitches · 4 months
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Reading tip for when you’re reading something educational (self growth, skill based etc)
When you start your self development journey / want to take it even higher, most of us turn to reading books or articles. We take notes and highlight the areas that we found impactful, we remember those points for a couple of days and then boom - we forget.
books are such a wealth of information but it’s not possible to read every single book you’ve read once multiple times.
you might find it frustrating that you can’t seem to remember all that information when you need to, or you keep racking your brains trying to remember exactly where you had read that particular insight.
here’s a method to help you out.
If you have a kindle / read online, make a Word doc/ pages doc of all the things you’ve highlighted. Copy the highlighted areas, which would be areas that you found hopefully/ intriguing/ interesting, and paste them on the word doc. Use only one document for all your notes of different books and every month or so, take about 30 minutes to rapidly go through them. if you read physical books, take a photo of the sentence/ paragraph that you liked, crop it out so that the other stuff isn’t there, and put that photo in the document.
this allows for a couple of things - information isn’t lost when you finish reading the book. Sometimes we find the solution to a problem too early and when the problem crops up, we don’t remember that we had already found the answer. Two, it allows for revision and three, you may see that with time, the way you understood that particular point changes.
this is not for fictional or fantasy books - this is for books that talk about self development, marketing, sales, technical know how, etc. Stuff that you should remember and would impact your progress positively.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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Bonus 7: Time moves sideways
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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scribz-ag24 · 2 months
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They both are mentally ill
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soracities · 23 days
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Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (trans. Ibrahim Muhawi) [ID'd]
on context: "[set during] the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon and the shelling of Beirut [...] Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?" (source)
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yugiohz · 1 year
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brotherhood
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arthursfuckinghat · 2 months
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Do. Do you. Do you ever think about John reading Arthur's journal. Do you ever think about it. Do you think about John reading all the things Arthur never spoke about. Do you think about John holding the last months of Arthur's life in journal form. Do you think about John learning his brother's secrets. Do you think about it.
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