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pinkie-h4ro-b3d2ss · 25 days ago
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Who wants to love the little guy
@shadow-robotnick
“Oh Shadow!” Maria said before petting his handles picking him up and singing him a lullaby
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manganyeh · 5 months ago
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Welcome Maria Robotnik
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Rules
NO NSFW (I headcanon Maria as asexual and also she is a young girl too)
Basic DNI List
Ships are welcome (NO PROSHIPS) but I like Shadow x Maria (PLEASE DON’T HARASS ME FOR IT THEY ARE NOT SIBLINGS)
For more rules check out my blog
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roseguided-arch · 7 months ago
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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃, however it seemed james is even hesitant to take a break or a breather. how long he been going before he ran into her ? maria isn't very sure ... but, what she is interested in is digging around in his head. is getting to know, somewhat, the person underneath this mission to find his wife. his very dead wife, apparently. ( her purpose is only somewhat known to her. it's more of a feeling rather than some fact someone told her before sending her out into silent hill. she's here for james, but to what extent ? that was up to him. she had her own ideas, but she knew that to be a fact in the end. ) a breath is taken in as bottle is sat back down on the counter where she stands behind the bar. a drink of her glass taken, but eyes notice how james doesn't touch it. setting glass down, elbows leans against the bar for closed fist to cradle her head at the cheek. eyes look up at james from her slightly closer proximity: ❛ so, handsome, ❜ she'll begin gently, ❛ told you takin' a break was a good idea, didn't it ? it's like hell out there. even with someone like you to protect me. ❜
[ * @omniterror liked for a starter ! > for james sunderland. ]
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fat-slobby-jojo-girls · 8 months ago
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Hmm....
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milky-rescue-ranch · 11 months ago
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So, how are the other heifers reacting to Nora's incident, or seeing how massive Salem is getting?
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"I'm happy for Nora, she's been putting off becoming a proper cow for so long alot of us were afraid she'd get permanently assigned to the fields."
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"I heard her pregnancy was going well! She'll be due any month now. We'll all be there to help her through it, why I still remember when I had my first calf I was terrified! I'm sure she'll do great though, she's a strong girl!"
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"As for Salem, we're not exactly surprised she caught bovine fever. But luckily for her she didn't become a taur or reach the full cow stage. The last thing this ranch needs is our oldest cow retiring. Milk production has been through the rough however, it'll probably stay that way till she returns to normal."
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"Hmph who knew Salem was so reckless, I figured a cow with her experience would know to show some self restraint. But I suppose it can't be helped."
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fat-slobby-gamers · 1 year ago
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She doesn't care for valentines day
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coreofgold · 2 years ago
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@hiddenpxpercuts for Maria
"Did you. . .do you . . .do you anyone of those who have died to these events ?" Xingchen asks
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rancid-rotten-slobs · 2 years ago
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"You show no fear as you face me... I know not if you are of the dead or the living, no matter you will rot all the same."
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"Your blood is cursed, stained since the day you first drew breath. Only an honest death can heal you now..."
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"We shall see..."
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roseguided · 4 months ago
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𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊.  𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 to glance over james’s features, a breath sighed out of the woman’s chest just as his question is asked.  it takes her by surprise, a blink or two showcasing such a reaction.  it makes her brain wonder … what did james believe she knew about him she wasn’t meant to ?  maria herself had inklings of him, feelings the second their eyes made contact the first day on that pier.  james was hiding something, something deep down inside he may not even be aware of in this moment.  still, his caution  &  want to make sure she doesn’t go around spewing secrets peaked her interest. 
@g0reism ASKED, " YOU WON'T TELL ANYONE, WILL YOU ? "
the slightest smile presses to her lips, a brow following to arch.   ❛ me ? ❜   asked as if she were shocked he even needed to ask.  like he didn’t trust her.    ❛  whatever secret you decide to tell me … you don’t have to worry, handsome. won’t tell a soul. ❜   who was there to tell, anyways ?  free moves to rest flat on the bar, colored nails tapping on old, chipping wood.    ❛ what’re you so worried about me not telling about, james ? ❜   blue eyes, like winter ice,  narrow just slight–more in questioning than accusation. 
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greykolla-art · 6 months ago
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The amazing @countandra mentioned to me his idea for a grownup Boo/Maria meeting Randall again and face her fears.
And that reminded me of the best movie trope ever! Girls embracing their “unattractive” qualities in the form of making friends with a monster manifestation of them.👏 Think: Drop Dead Fred, Your Monster or Pretzel Jack.
So here’s Boo being haunted by her old monster lizard! And he’s gonna teach her to be more confident/assertive or something at her workplace! And possibly advocate for embezzlement, but she’s just gonna ignore that part…
And additional messy sketches:
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I love Randy but man has no business having 8 legs. That’s at least 2 legs too many! I have no idea where to put them all!
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moonlight-prose · 8 months ago
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since you kindly offered this brilliant piece I have a thot for you. giving logan nasty nasty head as he’s trying to eat dinner 🤭
note: i sat with this for several hours after we hung up and i could not get it out of my head. he's a munch. we know this. it's a fact (disney grow some balls and say it outloud). but my god is he a whore for some good head. give him sloppy toppy and he's wrapped around your finger; he's yours, ready to put a ring on it and drag you to the courthouse himself.
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Dinner is a quiet affair in the Howlett household. It's mixed with soft conversation and intimate jokes. Comments about your days, hands held over the table as candle wax dripped over the yellowed cloth. It's warm - domestic.
But on nights when adrenaline ran a bit too high and wine began to drip heat down your spine, you found that you couldn't resist the pull of him.
He sat in his usual chair, legs spread and eyes tracking your movements as you left the kitchen. A bottle of wine in one hand, his whiskey in the other.
His grin is soft. A docile man who'd been tamed by the lover he never expected. And you can feel the heat begin to curl around your stomach. Tugging on the nerves that thrummed beneath your skin. He'd never realize how far gone you were for him; how every move and choice depended on whether or not he'd smile your way.
"Smells good sweetheart." His voice is low, the grit of husk behind each lilted drawl.
You could feel warmth flicker to life beneath the supple skin of your cheeks as his gaze continued to track how you sat in your chair. Eyes dragging down the figure clad a t-shirt that had seen better days and jeans with a gaping hole in the knee.
There was no denying you dressed for comfort. Logan still felt his cock stiffen at the sight of you in dark washed denim though.
The smile is pulled from the depths of your chest. "I couldn't decide what to make."
You know you sound flustered. You know your voice is higher than normal.
You know he caught it by the sharp glint of his teeth poking through an already crooked smile.
"I'll eat anythin' you make," he admits with a soft clack of his fork tapping his plate.
The double meaning isn't lost on you. In fact it shoots a hole right through your chest, floods your body with that syrupy thick heat that you feel drip down to the tips of your fingers. His nostrils flare - eyes glancing down to the table that covers your lap - before he's filling his mouth with food.
Honestly you can't even recall how it happened. The entire ordeal a hazy cloud of lust that had you slipping out of your seat, and dropping to your knees beneath the table. His eyes went wide as your hands pushed at his legs, forcing them to spread. And when he made no move to stop you, the rest clicked into place with ease.
Logan smells of his cigar he smoked after work. He smells of spice and the musk of sweat and leather from his jackets that hung in the hall closet.
He is everything you could possibly want in a husband. Everything you asked for checked off with a flourished hand and a welcomed smile.
"Baby what-" He chokes on his food when your hands undo his belt, the button of his jeans, and pull him free with a choked whine. "Oh fuck."
That. That's what you were looking for after a day filled with his absence. The stifled moan at the back of his throat when your tongue licked up his cock - whining when the taste of him burst across your taste buds. You couldn't deny yourself him when he let you suck on the head, spit trailing down your chin and into his lap.
His hand moves to cup the back of your neck, fingers tightening around his fork, and it isn't until you've got him halfway down your throat does he understand what you want.
The clink of metal scratching porcelain sends heat down your spine. He moans around a mouthful of food as your head bobs, mouth sucking him in deeper, further, until he hits the back of your throat and makes you gag.
"You're fuckin' filthy for me aren't ya," he mutters, thumb rubbing into your skin. "Makin' me eat while you get dinner of your own."
Your eyes roll back, pussy clenching down hard around nothing. Because fuck he's right. You'd stay on your knees until pain flared up. You'd keep him down your throat until you lost the ability to speak.
You'd suck him dry morning, noon, and night to hear the noises that slipped past his lips.
"'M gonna give you want ya want baby," he grunts.
His hips rock up off the chair, hand pushing your head down further until your nose was buried in the dark hair tinged with the musky scent of him. It's wet and messy and spit has formed into globs that roll down the expanse of your throat.
You're so far gone all you can do is give a choked moan, body trembling as your lungs screamed for air.
That's the fucked up part though. You'd die on his cock if it meant getting to please him.
He cums with a harsh snap of your name, chest heaving and plate long forgotten. Shudders roll down your spine, slick pooling between your thighs as he spurts down your throat. Spilling out the sides of your mouth.
"Eat your dinner sweetheart so I can have some fuckin' desert."
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inkedberries · 3 months ago
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npcs somewhere in the capital, circa 1920
Andrey is an owner of an edgy underground club and architecture is his hobby whereas Peter is an artist the Kains commission frequently and alcohol is his hobby.
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manganyeh · 5 months ago
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Delta Veda stares at Maria, tilting its head slightly. “Hmmm, you look like your circulation isn’t doing too well.” It then slides over a cup of ginkgo tea
@snezhnayain-carrot-top
Maria stares before taking the tea
“Thank you…” She said softly
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manganyeh · 4 months ago
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Maria would then hug him rubbing the back of his quills
“It’s okay I’m here Shadow”
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Maria looks at Shadow before smiling
“Hello Shadow..” She said gently
@manganyeh
He's frozen before hugging her gently snuggling before bursting into tears....poor baby something shook him up . . .
@manganyeh
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mostly-marvel-musings · 8 days ago
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Young!Tony getting home all happy to see his mom and his girl, then Jarvis is like "uhhhh maybe not? why don't we go outside, Master Stark, have a drink, play some cards, C'MON! 😁" and Tony's like VERY SUSPICIOUS. But then, when Jarvis goes inside to grab them some snacks, Tony SNEAKS INSIDE THE HOUSE! And there are his mom and his girl discussing their love and sex lives over drinks, both very tipsy and oversharing. And now Tony's MORTIFIED, he runs outside screaming, poor boi is TRAUMATIZED. And poor old Jarvis is just like "well, I did tell to stay outside. You brought that upon yourself"
“You Weren’t Supposed to Hear That, Tony”
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A/N: This was sitting in my inbox for far too long!!
Pairing: young! Tony Stark x F! Reader
Warning: 18+ fluff.
Tony Stark Masterlist
It was the kind of day that felt like the whole world conspired to be perfect just for him. Young Tony Stark—bright-eyed, sharp-smiled, fresh off presenting his first solo prototype at a symposium in Geneva—was glowing. The applause was still echoing in his ears, the champagne buzz hadn’t worn off, and he only wanted one thing now:
Home.
More specifically, home where his two favorite women were: his mother, Maria Stark, and you—the brilliant, witty, way-too-good-for-him girl he’d been dating for a few very fast, very intense months. Maria was, alarmingly, already in love with you. It was a little terrifying.
He pulled into the long driveway of the Stark estate, sunglasses pushed up into his tousled hair, energy bouncing off him like static. The house was unusually quiet as he entered through the side door, humming a Bowie song under his breath.
That was when he saw Jarvis—the original, human one, looking slightly nervous and oddly… obstructive.
“Master Tony,” Jarvis greeted, far too formally. “How was Geneva? You must be exhausted.”
“I am exhausted. And starving. And extremely ready for praise and affection from two of the greatest women to ever walk the earth. Where are they?”
Jarvis cleared his throat. “Ah! Yes. About that. I was thinking we might enjoy the last of the sunshine on the patio? I could deal you in for a quick hand of cards, perhaps a drink—”
Tony narrowed his eyes. “…You’re deflecting.”
“Deflecting?” Jarvis let out a high-pitched chuckle. “Certainly not.”
“You only offer me cards when something’s on fire or someone’s having a breakdown.”
“Well, technically—”
Tony didn’t wait. Suspicion lit his face and before Jarvis could stop him, he darted for the living room entrance like a bloodhound on a mission. Jarvis sighed and muttered a low, “Oh dear,” before shuffling off to retrieve snacks he had no intention of serving anymore.
Meanwhile…
Tony crept up the hallway. Voices. Laughter. Clinking glasses.
He peeked around the doorframe.
There you were. Sitting on the couch, wine glass in hand, cheeks flushed from alcohol and affection, next to Maria Stark who was exactly one and a half drinks past graceful sophistication. Your legs were tucked up, hers stretched out, both of you looking far too relaxed for the earth-shattering words spilling from your mouths.
“He glows after, Maria,” you were saying with a dreamy sigh. “Like. Genuinely radiant. I’m like—is that genius or just post-orgasm science juice?”
Maria cackled. “Oh sweetheart, if he gets that from his father, then good luck. I had to buy blackout curtains. Man was a menace.”
Tony��s soul near about left his body.
“I can’t believe I ever thought Howard was boring,” Maria went on, sipping deeply. “He was—well. Let’s just say, we once broke the kitchen table.”
Tony let out a sound like a strangled banshee.
You gasped. “Tony eats breakfast there!!”
“Not for a week after that, he didn’t.”
Tony STUMBLED BACKWARDS, bumped into the wall, hit a decorative vase (which he somehow caught mid-fall because Stark reflexes), and fled the scene like it was on fire.
He burst back out onto the patio, looking like he’d seen Satan flossing in a tutu.
Jarvis, standing there with a bowl of olives and crackers, glanced up mildly. “Oh. I see you went inside.”
Tony collapsed into the nearest lounge chair. “They were talking about sex, JARVIS. Mine. Theirs. THE KITCHEN TABLE.”
“Well, I did suggest we remain outdoors.”
“I’M NEVER EATING ANYTHING OFF A FLAT SURFACE AGAIN.”
Jarvis calmly placed a drink in his hand.
“It’s gin. Neat. I anticipated a stronger trauma.”
Tony downed it in one go, shuddered, and pointed a trembling finger. “You—you knew. You knew and you let me walk into that Buzzfeed Top 10 list of my personal hells.”
Jarvis merely smiled. “Welcome home, Master Stark.”
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Inside, after Tony’s not-so-stealthy retreat, you and Maria exchanged looks.
You squinted toward the hallway. “Did you… hear something?”
Maria grinned into her glass. “Sounded like a strangled dolphin. That would be my son.”
Your eyes widened. “No.”
“Oh yes.” She sipped again, wicked glint in her eyes. “Think he caught the bit about the table.”
You groaned, hiding your face in a cushion. “He’s never going to look me in the eye again.”
Maria patted your shoulder sweetly. “Better get used to it, sweetheart. You’re one of us now.”
Meanwhile, outside, Tony sat slack-jawed and muttering to himself.
“Blackout curtains… the kitchen table… I need therapy. I need bleach. I need to move.”
Jarvis slid another drink toward him with a knowing sigh.
“You need to learn to listen when someone says don’t go in there.”
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Tony sat between you and Maria, fork poised like a weapon, suspicion already simmering.
“So…” Maria began, slicing into her roast with too much glee. “Remember that trip we were planning, sweetheart? I was thinking Tuscany.”
You sipped your wine innocently. “Mmm, yes. Good food. Great views. Tables strong enough to hold—”
Clink. Tony dropped his fork. “Okay. Okay.” He pointed between the two of you. “This is a trap. This entire dinner is a psychological warfare operation.”
Maria turned to you, all sweetness. “Should we tell him about the vintage wine?”
You nodded sagely. “Ah yes. The one that unlocked so many secrets.”
Tony stood up with a chair-scraping screech. “I’m done. I’m moving to the guesthouse. JARVIS, initiate witness protection protocol.”
“Right away, sir,” Jarvis replied smoothly, barely concealing his amusement.
As Tony stormed off muttering about therapy, trauma, and the betrayal of all maternal figures, you and Maria toasted your wine glasses with a synchronized clink.
“Cheers to poor decisions and even worse timing.”
“Cheers to never letting him live it down.”
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shisasan · 10 months ago
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Picking a single favourite quote might be an impossible task so which quote (or quotes) do you seem to come back to more often than others?
Picking a single favorite quote might truly be an impossible task because there are so many brilliant writers out there whose words have deeply influenced my life. These extraordinary souls have breathed new life into me when I was ready to give up on everything. Without any particular order, these quotes are not intended to enlighten or educate anyone but offer a brief insight into the words I turn to for comfort, inspiration, or understanding when I'm not at my highest self.
I'll begin with my most dearest Hermann Hesse, whom I like to call my Alpha and Omega. He transformed my life from a young age, opening mysterious portals to other worlds and making me feel deeply understood, embraced, with a true sense of belonging. His writing not only awakened my mind to new realms of thought and emotion but also offered immense solace and companionship through his exploration of the human spirit:
"A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal, and sterile life."
"I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions."
"We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness."
Rainer Maria Rilke, a beautiful and tender infinite soul, whose writings deeply resonate with the complexities of the human condition and the relentless quest for understanding:
"I am dark, I am forest."
"I grow strong in the beauty you behold. And with the silence of stars, I enfold your cities made by time."
"Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
Novalis, who occupies a cherished place in my heart for his poetic and deeply insightful exploration of life and love.
"We are eternal because we love each other."
"I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception."
"Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates—hence the deadly frost—the free power of the mind—the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for anything anymore—the person is alone, like a baleful power—as he has no connection with the rest of the world he consumes himself gradually—and in accordance with his own principle he is—misanthropic and misotheos."
Egon Schiele, whose intense and raw portrayal of human emotion and beauty has deeply moved me, revealing the unfiltered essence of the human experience.
"I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…"
Ana��s Nin, a force of nature and embodiment of feminine strength, whose deep exploration of inner life and boundless creativity has left an indelible impression on me. Her work continues to inspire and challenge me to embrace the fullness of my inner world:
"She was colour, brilliance, strangeness."
"I have the power to multiply myself. I am not one woman."
"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous."
"I can only connect deeply, or not at all."
Carl Gustav Jung, one of the most brilliant psychiatrists, psychologists, psychotherapists, and empiricists in history. Jung's exploration of the collective unconscious and shadow self has offered me invaluable tools for self-awareness and personal development. His legacy continues to inspire and guide those seeking to understand the depths of the mind and the path to self-discovery.
"A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them. As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves."
"People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious."
"The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are."
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the maddening genius with profound understanding of human nature and morality:
"If you want to overcome the whole world, overcome yourself."
"People speak sometimes about the 'bestial' cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel."
"People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones."
"I exist. In thousands of agonies—I exist."
"If there is no God, everything is permitted."
Virginia Woolf, a literary giant whose deep introspection and exploration of the human condition have left an indelible mark:
"No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself."
"What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one."
"I want to raise up the magic world all around me and live strongly and quietly there."
"Reality? Reality has never been enough for me."
Mikhail Bulgakov, a masterful writer and playwright, another troubled soul who faced censorship and persecution in his lifetime, with immense talent and a deep soul, fascinated me with his imaginary worlds that blend reality with fantastical elements, feeling both familiar and boundlessly expansive:
"But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings. Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light?"
"Kindness. The only possible method when dealing with a living creature. You'll get nowhere with an animal if you use terror, no matter what its level of development may be. That I have maintained, do maintain and always will maintain. People who think you can use terror are quite wrong. No, no, terror is useless, whatever its colour – white, red or even brown! Terror completely paralyses the nervous system."
"Everything passes away - suffering, pain, blood, hunger, pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?"
"There are no evil people in the world, only unhappiness disguised as evil."
And then there is indispensable Franz Kafka. Although I have shifted away from his writing in recent years and no longer resonate with it as much, he was a dear friend and frequent company during my darkest, loneliest, and most challenging times. His work, full of raw honesty and insight, offered a kind of companionship that felt both intimate and enduring:
"The way he can risk everything and risks nothing, because there is nothing but truth in him already, a truth that even in the face of the contradictory impressions of the moment will justify itself as such when the crucial time arrives. The calm self-possession. The slow pace that neglects nothing. The immediate readiness, when it is needed, not sooner, for long in advance he sees everything that is coming."
"I, for the most part silent, had nothing to say; among such people the war doesn’t call forth in me the slightest opinion worth expressing."
"You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet." Of course, there are many more authors who deserve to be on this list, but I chose these because they have touched my life in ways that are both unique and deeply personal. I hope that at least some of you will read to the end and find a bit of inspiration and insight in these quotes, just as they have given me. If you’ve made it this far, thank you. 🌹
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