Just talking to my dog

Just talking to my dog

My most precious conversations,involve Filien and me.It’s my friend from Tibet,a terrier catching my heart. She doesn’t judge,just listens and looks at me with gentle eyes.She offers me comfort and solace,when life get’s hard there she is. You have cat people,I am a dog person.All that talk about dirty dogs,she washes herself an hour a day. It’s great to have someone,to give you a pawa…

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Characters from Dead Poets Society and The Secret History that would not get along.

Greatest crossover since Endgame. Neil & Charles.  Neil is very protective and open with others, unlike Charles who can explode his thoughts and feelings towards others. They’d have a mutual understanding of their relationship and respect each other to a point.

Todd & Camilla. I can feel the awkwardness radiating from here. Friendly in the group but these two would never hang out alone.

Knox & Richard P. These two are both people who over-romanticise and dream to the seams and work best with people who balance them out: people with great personalities who get them out of their head and their comfort zone. Both would be so wrapped up in their own worlds and other friends that they’d never have the need to get to know each other.

Charlie & Julian. While Charlie does respect some teachers (Keating), he would not have time for Julians cult-like nonsense. Julian would frown his nose at the constant jokes about serious topics. Something would always get lost in translation and these two would generally ignore each other as much as they could.

Richard C. & Henry. The only thing these two have in common are their skills in academics. Even their reasons behind hard work are different. Henry wouldn’t tolerate the Bunny-esque aura looming around Cameron’s jokes and Cameron would see Henry as pretentious and weird. It would be widely known that these two dislike each other but it would never lead to a fight bigger than a debate or an argument.

Meeks & Bunny. These two would be semi-comfortable with each other but share no interests. Bunny is someone who seeks reactions which Meeks wouldn’t give. Bunny would try to do a grand prank and Meeks would stare at him and then go about his studies. Bunny likes to go about and talk to everyone. Meeks, even though accepting of the role of a follower, would not tolerate taking part in Bunny’s constant endeavours.

Pitts & Francis. Pitts is very grounded and lives in the real world, Francis grew to be someone who likes to express himself. They’d always ask each other if they wanted to come with to do this or that but would spend that time with their closer friends.

based on not being able to reuse same characters in different pairs.

So I finally watched The Green Knight.

On the one hand: as a creepy, suspenseful dark fantasy about the perils of magic, dangerous quests, and honour in death, it was very cool. It was beautifully shot, it was mind-bendingly weird, it was freaky, it was great fun.

On the other: as an adaptation of the source material, it bears very little resemblance to the poem in terms of themes and even some fairly basic plot points. It’s an incredibly loose reimagining and if you’re sensitive to source material being pulled about in adaptations, it will probably not sit well with you.

Dev Patel however was magnificent and a perfect Gawain.

Late October

In this poem from 1971, Maya Angelou speaks to the idea that life is a cycle, and beginnings lead to endings that lead to the start again. She uses the simple context of the seasons as a metaphor for life and the special insight that lovers have into endings and beginnings.

"Only lovers see the fall a signal end to endings a gruffish gesture alerting those who will not be alarmed that we begin to stop in order to begin again."

Drifting mind

Sitting at the pier,gazing at the motley wavesclashing in foamy resistanceagainst the gritty dirt. My mind traveling the sea.Not much action it seems,but my thoughts are millionsFading images I want to hold. It’s a source of inspiration,admiration for Nature’s strength.I feel little but at ease,just watching it all unfold. The nebulous clouds caressing the water,a seagull’s lamentthe salty air…

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“The Simple Things”

I revel in the simple joys of life;

Long walks when the air is sweet,

Reaching my hands up like a child

To touch the light-dappled leaves

Heart-to-hearts past midnight,

A sunny spot with a good book.

Food that makes me go for seconds

and songs that make me sing along

I adore the beautiful things,

their only purpose to look nice.

Knick-knacks on every shelf,

Dried flowers and shining stones

Dancing to that special song,

you know the one I mean; 

it sounds like being alive

A closet full of clothes and a heart full of dreams

Chocolate melting on my tongue,

Me melting with his touch.

Summer storms and windy falls,

Snow days and the rebirth of spring

Head thrown back, stomach-hurting laughter

Cuddles somewhere safe and warm

The weight of a purring cat on your lap

and a long, hot, relaxing bath

These are my joys.

They are small, and easily forgotten

But the feeling they leave lingers

Simple though they are

Girl and The Graveyard

I saw a beautiful girl in the courtyard.

Her father was there like her lifeguard.

If I had impressed that wicked lifeguard,

I wouldn't have been in this graveyard.

-Chanu

“When we were young, we always made each other promise not to love others. When taking care of children, always remind each other that, unless one person falls in love with another, the rest should not give up easily, because anything can be solved. The older we get, the more we learn to accept that love is something that can't be forced. And also understand that, but love is everything.”

Nights like these serve as nothing but a harsh reminder of how lonely of a person I am. I've got no friends to giggle with on the phone past midnight and no lover to think about when the sky turns to dawn. I've not got a pet to claw and lick and snuggle at my shin. I havent really got much to love and my god, is it lonely.

finally started watching bbc ghosts. im on episode 4 and i want kitty to be my best friend forever

Sunlight scatters just like me.

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why closing the window isn't the solution.

The sunlight seeps in without a break and I don't see a piece of paper laying around in despair, the curtains are wide open and the sunlight is blue today and I think my eyes need a little bit of readjustment, the world has changed a lot since I returned to earth.

I see a void right beneath my ribcage and my teeth are starting to quiver while I sweat my heart and my conscience out, the sunlight seems to be seeping into my flat chest and I don't see why not.

My heart has shrunk its size from when I was born and it can’t decide between the colorful candy or the plain white one, little does it know the latter tastes much better, my hands have gone grey and I can’t shed anything but tears.

My eyes have stopped smiling at me and looking at me voraciously and they can’t afford my future, I am scared I might start to hate them, me hugging them right when they turn towards this side of the door is the result of my insufficiency.

The winds from all the directions have silently hit me to let me know how ignorant I have been and the bruises don't bother me, they define me, I guess the bruises are really to outshine the smoothness.

I can see a deep sea inside me and everybody else has carved stones to sit on the bank and weep to fill the ocean even more, ignorance is what this world needs to live without shame and doubt.

I beg you to look at me a little more and save me a little slack for being so stubborn, for being so easy and letting your heads down when I hadn’t the strength to, since I promise a better me for you.

Let me scatter a little bit more so that I can collect the pieces later and put molten gold inside the cracks and be a thing of pride.

“I should watch dead poets society again” that’s the devil talking

Cut back the flesh - let me see you. Inside. Let your organs spill to the ground and be accounted for. Let yourself take up space. Let me gently pick up your intestines and lungs and place them within you once more. Let me rearrange you. Don't you trust me?

Isn't that what love does? Makes you trust fully - to a fault. Isn't that what love is? A trust that I will put you back together without mishap. Let me in. Let me into you, please. I'm not the only one with a scalpel, but I am the gentlest. Won't you choose me? Won't you always?

r/m/t

I am a fool who keeps losing at this game.

I’m addicted to the ways in which I escape

All the guilt and the shame.

Sergio 23

Let’s talk and then neck in your car

I don’t have a car

What you want to do?

Talk.

I’m grown

I have an apartment

I wish I had coke.

Get some, but I won’t do it.

Why?

I gotta go…

I’ll be back…

You still handsome though.

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he likes to have people around him.

to be in the midst of noise, and crowds that chattered.

so he never has to face the quiet

or the deafening silence within that clamored.

but today, they don't show up

and he's all by himself, stumped as to what to do.

he'd met strangers before, but never like the one he saw now in the mirror he looked into.

he disliked this man and had no desire to know him at all.

he drove himself mad; this unwilling solitude made him want to bawl.

as hours passed, he was forced to accept he wouldn't have company today.

he realized that it won't be the last time that it might be this way.

hysteric, he smashed the mirror that reminded him he was alone.

he cried in agony, as the broken glass told him what he’d always known.

silence or solitude could never be his friend.

a shard glistened with bright red drops, as he waited for the end.

-Dhanesh

"If love could save you You would have lived forever."

yes, you

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