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john-silvers · 3 months
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In the end, that's all I want - to walk away from the sea and find some peace.
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queerbaitesque · 2 years
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“[...] and the thing that’s most striking to me, back to the conversation with Silver, is that what he said to Thomas -about “you” being a good man and someone should defend that- uhm...that’s what he needed from Silver and he didn’t get it. Silver said the exact opposite. Basically, Silver said “I don’t care if you’re a good man. I don’t care if you’re a good man, you’re going to meet my material needs, but not- nothing about righteousness, nothing about spiritual goodness, about morality. [...] This was the moment where Flint was laid bare.” (Daphne Olive, Fathoms Deep ep.13)
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novemberthee5th · 2 years
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— atticuspoetry
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purplepingupenguins · 3 years
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insp.
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eleutheryaflint · 3 years
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PMCW DAY 6: QUOTE  —  FLINT’S DARKNESS MONOLOGUE.
They paint the world full of shadows  ...  and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.
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captnswilson · 3 years
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But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn't say why. I wasn't expecting it. Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight. Or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer... he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss. The man whose mind I had come to know so well... whose mind I'd in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it... so unexpected. I choose to believe it... because it wasn't the man I had come to know at all... but one who existed beforehand... waking from a long... and terrible nightmare. Reorienting to the daylight... and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes... letting the memory of the nightmare fade away.
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heytheredeann · 4 years
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what kind of man?
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daeneryssansa · 4 years
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“And He formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed life into his nostrils and man became a living soul. And He beheld all He had created, and He said it was very good. But the Lord beheld the man made in his likeness and He beheld his solitude and He said, ‘It is not good that he is alone.’” And the moral of the story? Everybody needs a partner.
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wnchesterlover · 5 years
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he doesn't play for the money he wins he don't play for respect [x]
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bismoaking · 5 years
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(Insp.)
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john-silvers · 2 months
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Know no shame
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naufragium · 6 years
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kiwimidnight · 6 years
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“ Thomas Hamilton was there.   [Flint] disbelieved me. He continued to resist. And corralling him took great effort.   But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish.   Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight.   Or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer...   he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss. ”
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tcmmykinard · 6 years
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baelishv · 7 years
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|flinthamilton au
thomas hamilton is a painter and his favourite subject to paint are his lover’s freckles
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heytheredeann · 4 years
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--- Nikita Gill
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