“…all this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they’re rushing all sorts of decisions they’d normally take time over. it was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and centre...”“Including you and Dad.” "Yes, well, your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?"
Galadriel for this challenge.
They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold… but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.
Virginia Woolf, Vita Sackville-West and two dogs sitting on a grass bank. Monk’s House (Rodmell, England), 1933.
“I try to invent you for myself, but find I really have only 2 twigs and 3 straws to do it with. I can get the sensation of seeing you—hair, lips, colour, height, even, now and then, the eyes and hands, but I find you going off, to walk in the garden, to play tennis, to dig, to sit smoking and talking, and then I cant invent a thing you say—This proves, what I could write reams about—how little we know anyone, only movements and gestures, nothing connected, continuous, profound. But give me a hint I implore.”
— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West
— Gillian Flynn on Gone Girl (2014), dir. David Fincher.
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— J.M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy (via queenofautumn01)
Chris Pratt interrupts the interview to french braid intern’s hair x
By the time we returned to the house for breakfast, my body was aching and sweat was streaming down my body. Yet I felt, to my own surprise, very happy.
When I mentioned this to the Tar, it said “Of course you’re happy. You’re doing something real, something that challenges you. How else would you feel?”
"But it was hard work," I said.
The Tar’s eyes got bigger in astonishment. “Do you associate work with unhappiness?” it asked in astonishment. Then, before I could answer, it said, “Never mind. Sometimes I forget where you come from.”
"What’s that supposed to mean?" I asked, offended on the planet’s behalf.
The Tar spread its hands. “Most of your work isn’t real,” it said. “Real work gives joy. False work breeds despair.”
"Would you explain that please?"
"No. Think about it. It will be good for you.""
Bruce Coville, I Left My Sneakers in Dimension X
Things like this make me wonder if all my problems stem from the fact that as a child I read books instead of making friends, and I now have very high expectations for the world.
GUYS I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
That is so adorable.
Ah, nostalgia for things you never had. Its cute in how naive it is.
IDK I mean the generation after us grew up with Bush as president, two major wars, a rise in cyberbullying, and a rise in school shootings, among other things, and a collapsing job market.
It’s totally naive to think it’s perfect tho, but I can see having a little “wish I’d lived in that time” nostalgia because I feel like I’m way better off than my sister, especially in getting my foot in the door at a good job before the economy downturn.
But man I feel old.
ps Hi Will, it’sa me! Saphie!
Speaking as someone who was a teenager during this time, I would like to say the following to the kid that made the capped post:
P.S. The “punks” were never the ‘cool kids’, they were always the rejects, along with the goth kids; know how I know? I was one of them.
Plus, if you tried to pass off Green Day or Blink 182 as punk, they would have laughed while kicking your ass with their steel toed Doc Martin boots.
Help I can’t stop laughing.