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"Memories are like broken glass," I say. "They only hurt if you touch them."

— A Rivalry of Hearts, Tessonja Odette

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"Love, courtship, and physical intimacy have always been more interesting on the page than in reality."

— A Rivalry of Hearts, Tessonja Odette

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stephen king writing the long walk:

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“Just go on dancing with me like this forever and I'll never tire. We'll scrape our shoes on the stars and hang upside down from the moon.” -The Long Walk, Peter McVries

Had to draw my favourite characters from one of my favourite books, The Long Walk by Stephen King. A really heartbreaking story.

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I'm barely taking this all in. this is so unreal

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The Rabbit

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Walk, until there is only one of you left. There is one winner... and no finish line.

THE LONG WALK dir. Francis Lawrence

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Just a couple dudes scraping their shoes on the stars and whatnot... (if this doesn't post properly(as a transparent image.) (background look BAD when it's not transparent.)i will EXPLODE!!!!!!!)

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I have to hurry up and write them down before I forget. I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

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"A Tale for the Time Being" was amazing from start to finish, and I am furiously spinning plot points and characters around in my head right now.

I'm specifically heartbroken and feral over the fact that Haruki #1 repeatedly emphasized how well his mother knew him—"I truly believe that although you have not laid eyes on these pages, still you have read every word I have written. You, dear Mother, know my true heart" (328)—and even though she (presumably) never learned the true nature of his death, she still taught Nao how to bully waves in an uncanny parallel to Haruki #1's near-final words: "Better to do battle with the waves, who may yet forgive me" (328).

I wonder what sorts of parallels you can draw between characters using the theme of parent-child relationships. Jiko and Haruki #1 were incredibly close and understood each other's true feelings without having to say them out loud (similar to what happens with Nao at Jiko's deathbed), which contrasts sharply with Nao's isolation from her father, Haruki #2. Neither truly understands the suffering that the other is going through, and the heart of the matter is often hidden from view (or intentionally obscured by either Nao or her father).

Then, in one of the final portions of the book (Appendix E), Ozeki talks about Hugh Everett, who supposedly remarked after his daughter's suicide attempt, "I didn't know she was so sad" (417). I think all of this ties into the themes of communication and connection in the novel and how words can reveal the truth of the matter.

Speaking of which, the story of the Sixth Patriarch and the finger pointing at the Moon absolutely rocked my word. I truly feel like this image right now:

[image ID: an edit of the feral keyboard smash drawing, where the humanoid creature with red eyes is vigorously shaking the novel "A Tale for the Time Being" by Ruth Ozeki. End image ID.]

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BLOOD OVER BRIGHT HAVEN a playlist

everybody wants to rule the world lorde. another love tom odell. for my help hayden calnin. kettering the antlers. couldn't stop caring the spiritual machine. waiting game banks. knocking on heaven's door raign. to ashes and blood woodkid.

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wanted to get down roughly how I imagined Ophelia and Thorn to look like 🙂‍↕️

Characters belong to Christelle Dabos!

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giovanni’s room, james baldwin

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And my mind was empty—or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only, One day I’ll weep for this. One of these days I’ll start to cry.

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room