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verydazedragon · 11 months
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idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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8 January, 1924 (Prague)
You know, we are terribly alike... for example, in letters: we both like 1) to slip in foreign words unnoticed, 2) to quote from favourite books, 3) to translate impressions from one sense to another, 4) to apologize at the end for imaginary nonsense.
Vladimir Nabokov
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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took a nap and Came Back Wrong
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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"Her voice is full of money."
That was it.
I'd never understood before. It was full of money— that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it...
High in a white palace, the kings daughter, the golden girl.
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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"But for a while his world seemed ferociously indifferent to the drums of his destiny."
—"The Great Gatsby," f. scott fitzgerald
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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Van Gogh's attitude that one time he got criticized: "I just received your letter. You hereby get it back."
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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You shall die exquisitely.
—cyrano de bergerac
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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I gave up on a girl and she married someone else, and I went far away from her and kept her in my thoughts anyway. Fatal.
—Vincent to Theo, November 12, 1881
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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The Pevensie children are too old for their age.
Their mom notices, at the dinner table. She sees no nagging children, no stupid fights. She sees Lucy eating and speaking with perfect manners, Edmund analysing the economy and war with concerning skill, Susan being gracious but poised, like a diplomat.
Their father sees it in Peters eyes the first time they get into a fight. When he moves to punish Edmund for speaking out of turn, Peter calls him out on it. When his gaze meet his eldest son's, he's leveled by the war he sees behind it, the tensed muscle in his arm, the knuckles white around his knife. He's seen that before, in other soldiers. He doesn't know how to react.
Other children notice, too. Talking to all the Pevensie kids at the same time is like being the only one left out of a secret, and the way they touch and tease each other speaks of a history far deeper than their polite demeneor lets on. And when they walk they fall in line, as if there is a natural hierarchy between them.
The first time anyone picks a fight with Edmund, Peter comes home with a three week suspension and blood around his mouth. He looks more alive than you've seen him in weeks.
When Susan gets back in the pool after Narnia, she wins all the contests. Coaches can't explain how to beat her, because they don't understand how she's doing it, either. She seems to almost disappear when underwater.
Lucy, always gay and golden-haired, starts dancing, and never misses a step. She moves with an elegance that no 10 year old should have, and all the girls want to be friends with her
Edmund soon becomes the best student in his faculty. He always seems to know the right thing to say, and teachers laud his ability to think through complex problems. His mouth does get him in trouble sometimes, but the boy seems uncatchable, always talking his way through the cracks. And if not?
No one actively fears Peter, but everyone is a little scared of him sometimes. He's tall for his age, sure, but there is something else, some other air that seems to give him an authority far beyond what's normal for a teenage boy. He's nice enough, but teachers can't stand it, and bullies learn very quickly that pissing him off means missing teeth and black eyes.
The Pevensies are not quite inhuman, but not fully mortal, either
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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i wish i was a mushroom i bet they never get headaches
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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At some point in your life you're gonna realize that all those times you thought you were moving on, you were just running away.
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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History has repeated itself with many and bewildering crimes. It has consumed continents; it has destroyed nations and empires and civilizations; it has given birth to men who seemed to be like demons let loose, like monsters from an immoral planet. But there is one unendurable thing that it has never done; there is one unpardonable sin that it had never committed. It has never once repeated itself. It has never asked to agonize once more with precisely the same agony; it has never asked us to look again upon the same living and hateful face... Everything that comes will be something that has never exactly come before; it might be good, it may be bad, it may be excellent, it may be atrocious, but it will at least be new.
~ G.K.Chesterton, "A Much Repeated Repetion"
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verydazedragon · 1 year
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Looking back on it, I can never be sure if she only ever wore the skirt once, or if she wore it approximately three times a week. All I recall in fact is that she wore the immortalization of Van Goh as if she herself was his ultimate canvas, her blue hair and her brown eyes. I see Starry Night and I think of her; I think of her and I see a butterfly in a paper hat with a broken wing. It was a monarch, we named him Perry.
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verydazedragon · 2 years
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one day im just gonna do it. im gonna vanish into the scottish highlands like god intended
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verydazedragon · 2 years
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Do you think the decline of religiousness can be linked to the increase in light pollution?
No but I LOVE where your mind is going
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verydazedragon · 2 years
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Shout out to Shakespeare, Father of the Miscommunication Trope.
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