Sarah Bakewell, At the Existentialist Café [ID in ALT]
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"It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain."
—Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café
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One of the reasons I love QToey is due to how secure Toey is in their relationship. Characters with Toey's archetype tend to be written as insecure, so it is fun to see him laugh off Q's "playboy" era with his friends and sincerely proclaim it doesn't bother him
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Scavenger Hunt Item #30
Well, it looks more like a well than a tower, but still, as indicated in scavenger hunt #30, I killed some time and tidied up my desk.. sorting out my gel and fountain pens..
(and realizing that I actually have about 12 different pens with different tones of purple ink and five with green ink...and also that there are only two regular blue pens💀)
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So. I brought you something. Promise not to cry or throw the vegetables at me.
Here, that's a James Bond/Mary Poppins returns crossover.
*leaves the thing on the ground. slowly backs off.*
The Cipher of Love
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new fic!!!
James Potter was the sun, he lit up every room that he walked into. Expect, that was a lie. He was a nothing more than a void of darkness.
Regulus Black was the darkness, he was the absence of light. Except, that was a lie. He was an entire constellation, shimmering against the darkness, like a suggestion of hope.
Barty Crouch Jr was a chaotic mess, he was a hurricane of dark emotion. Except, that was a lie. He was undiluted anger, it coursed through his veins and destructed everything in his path.
Evan Rosier was anger, he was the silent sound of violence. Except, that was a lie. He was the flicker of light, a prayer simply waiting to happen.
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a boxing au
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@kiisuuumii (i picture the eight-hour car drives)
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It is perfectly true, as philosophers say, that life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards. And if one thinks over that proposition it becomes more and more evident that life can never really be understood in time because at no particular moment can I find the necessary
resting-place from which to understand it.
Søren Kierkegaard, from At the Existentialist Café by Sarah Bakewell
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