anyways when richard siken said "if you can point to it, you don't need a word for it. you only need a word for it when it's no longer there"
and when tolkien said "but of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song."
and when claudia said "diaries are friends of last resort"
we don't see madeleine and claudia in their months together because their happiness was created in the present and presence of each other, and captured only in the eyes of the other. there's no need to share to strangers what was already shared between the people it mattered most to. the voyeurs of the world will only ever see the outline of where pleasure lies.
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growing up is learning to hate the tourist and love the tourist scammer
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I sometimes think about "the bad ending Connie" where his family dies during the siege and he goes full hermit mode isolating himself from everyone to the point he doesn't even come to the epilogue party 😌 If you ask Withers about him he'll only tell you that Connie destroyed the invitation the moment he received it.
He's spending his remaining days thinking what could've been. Not being able to even think about his companions because it reminds him of the adventure that took everything from him.
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Y'all "astarion ascended and I will rule together and he loves me and will make me a vampire, and he's not mean as long as i don't disagree with him" are cowards. Embrace the toxicity!
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Mal after the love of his life gets sucked into a portal and disappears into the shadow realm for a year
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the fact that claudia's death is probably a gentler version of it recalled by armand to louis. she probably died more horrifically, unable to sing one last time but armand thinks probably that it is decency to spare louis that and give him a romanticized version of the events to cling to. okay!
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I fucked my back up a couple months ago and need physical therapy for it BUT almost all the physical therapy exercises are derived from yoga, and I can’t do yoga because it gives me insane brain worms about cultural appropriation. And I can’t draw a Bart comic making fun of myself it because if I depict myself pelvic trusting I will be corrupting the innocent. So I just have to hope that ice and ibuprofen and patience will take care of it.
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