Jaskier to Geralt because Geralt s hell bent on making poor emotional decisions.
‘Your very best friend in the whole wide world’ by Sergarepa on Ao3. Geralt/jaskier.
“Caleb, you’re making a choice here.”
“The choice to be mean-hearted,” he said, and clicked off the call.
what is your favourite quote?
To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Mutluluk peşinde koşanlar gelip boşaltsın diye bekleyen dükkân rafları malla doldukça, bu rafları dolu tutacak kaynakların taşıyıcısı ve tek sağlayıcısı olan Dünya boşalmaktadır.”
-Zygmunt Bauman, Akışkan Modernite
Don’t force anything to stay the same. It’s all about change and growth.
“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade. - Haruki Murakami.
Is there someone behind this door
or are you a cat?
The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern
Someday I’m going to find the right door to slip this under…
-the plague, albert camus
‘Between life and death there is a library,’ she said. 'And within that library, the shelves go on for ever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices… Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?’
Buckbeak flew him once around the paddock and then headed back to the ground; this was the bit Harry had been dreading; he leant back as the smooth neck lowered, feeling he was going to slip off over the beak; then he felt a heavy thud as the four ill-assorted feet hit the ground, and just managed to hold on and push himself straight again.
‘Good work, Harry!’ roared Hagrid, as everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle cheered. ‘Ok, who else wants a go?’
Emboldened by Harry’s success, the rest of the class climbed cautiously into the paddock. Hagrid untied the Hippogriffs one by one, and soon people were bowing nervously, all over the paddock. Neville ran repeatedly backwards from his, which didn’t seem to want to bend its knees. Ron and Hermione practiced on the chestnut, while Harry watched.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had taken over Buckbeak. He had bowed to Malfoy, who was now patting his beak, looking disdainful.
‘This is very easy,’ Malfoy drawled, loud enough for Harry to hear him. ‘I knew it must have been, if Potter could do it … I bet you’re not dangerous at all, are you?’ he said to the Hippogriff. ‘Are you, you ugly great brute?’
It happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a high pitched scream and next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.
‘I’m dying!’ Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. ‘I’m dying, look at me! It’s killed me!’
Prisoner of Azkaban, Ch:6
When you’re trying to impress your guy but end with messing up royally.🤦🏻
‘The total Drama’
Be happy, keep smiling and if you ever want to impress someone, remember it’s better to be brainy then brawny.🐍♥️
“Zaten yalnızlığımın sebebi kitaplardaki kahramanları semtimde bulamayışım değil miydi?”
- Kürk Mantolu Madonna, Sabahattin Ali
Holt MacDougal, 1965
“Eliot Rosewater, drunk, volunteer fireman, and president of the fabulously rich Rosewater Foundation, is about to attempt a noble experiment with human nature… with a little help from writer Kilgore Trout… an etched-in-acid portrayal of the greed, hypocrisy, and follies of the flesh we are heir too.” – Book Description
It’s no secret that I love Vonnegut. Time wrote that he “is George Orwell, Dr. Caligari, and Flash Gordon compounded into one writer… a zany but moral mad scientist.” I don’t believe I could sum him up more accurately except perhaps that he’s a mad sociologist because his understanding of the human condition and behavior is unparalleled.
The Rosewater divorce proceedings were described as “frank, sentimental, sometimes hilarious and fundamentally tragic always,” and honestly, I cannot think of a better way to describe this book and Vonnegut’s greater oeuvre.
This book had me rethinking my understanding of Vonnegut as a satirist though. I used to think that he was uncannily prescient but have come to realize that isn’t really the case, so much as Vonnegut was able to see problems in this country with a stinging clarity and those problems have not been fixed. Normally, I feel like Vonnegut’s books are as relevant today as when they were first published but not so much with this one because the fallacy of the great American empire that was so prevalent when Vonnegut was writing is systematically being torn apart.
I feel like so many of his protagonists—disillusioned, guilty in perpetuating a system I didn’t even realize existed, and powerless in the face of an increasingly obsolete proletariat. We’re on the precipice of change in this country—balanced between an America that can finally, truly be good or one that succumbs to the darkness that has been ebbing around its edges since its inception.
Perhaps like Eliot we can learn “to love and help” whomever we see and not be destroyed in the process or perhaps not—there certainly seems a lot standing in the way of that—but on the eve of the inauguration, for the first time in a long time I have hope.