#quotes
Some, uh, very disparate doodles from recent Cthulhu shenanigans… Leon is an NPC we met recently! He’s a doctor and the boyfriend of one of the “muse”-possessed ladies we’re trying to find and seems VERY ANXIOUS; I don’t think he was prepared to be blindsided by two different batim boys with VERY STRONG PERSONALITIES coming out of the woodwork. we didnt mean to bully him i promise,
also recently Sammy had kind of an intense experience with encountering a Literal Muse and Prophet uh, just?????? showed up????????? he didn’t have any ink so his eyes didn’t fully Do The Thing….. tbh he was as confused about this as the rest of the boys
anyway just a small smattering of quotes this round under the jump!
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take me to the lakes
where all the poets went to die
i don’t belong and my beloved neither do you
those windermere peaks
look like a perfect place to cry
i’m setting off, but not without my muse
t.s. - the lakes.
i dream. sometimes i think that’s the only right thing to do — haruki murakami, sputnik sweetheart.
“there is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness” — Edgar Allan Poe.
“does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw’, that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? i used to think it didn’t. now i think it does. and i think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs” — the secret history, donna tartt.
sing, o muse, of the rage of achilles, son of peleus, that brought countless ills upon achaeans — the iliad, homer.
That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. You can’t re-live your own love story because, by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. At least that was the case for me.
Kate Stewart, Flock
Had no sleep for 3 days. Nothin better to do than takin a tired selfie. (Instagram@tonimahfud)
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»Some goodbyes are not ends but releases.«
My new drawing is finally done. Let me know what you’re thinking looking at this.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
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I want you to know that I love you very much and I’m very proud of you. I want you to know if you can love me, you can love your god damn self. I want you to go home tonight and look in the mirror and say, I love you, you are beautiful and you can do anything. I really want you to say that, because I believe we can save the world I we save ourselves first.
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Short handles on roll-away suitcases, my feet hanging off every bed I’ve ever slept in, having to sit sideways on airplanes. We’ve all got something about ourselves we wish we could change. But it’s completely out of our control. The only thing that we can control is how we deal with it. And the way I see it, we have two choices. We can lay low, or we can stand tall.
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Whenever he saw her, he couldn’t think about anything at all. Except touching her. Except doing whatever he could or had to, to make her happy.
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“We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening. To use our own voice. To see our own light.”— Hildegard von Bingen, from ‘Selected Writings’(viawraith-lace)
“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. What good was pride to me—and not seeing you, and letting you lie awake night after night? No good! It only served to bring the fire down on me! You think that time heals and walls hide things, but it isn’t true, it isn’t true! When things get that deep inside you there isn’t anybody can change them.”
Federico Garcia Lorca, Blood Wedding (Act 2, Scene 1)
