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The Picture of Dorian Gray sentence starters

Stolen straight from Oscar Wilde’s novel courtesy of @spoilers-ahead-647 ! Feel free to change pronouns/tense.

There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things.

A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

What nonsense you talk!

He becomes an echo of someone else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

To realize one’s nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for.

People are afraid of themselves. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself.

Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it.

The bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself.

Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, and poisons us.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

You know you believe it all.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.

Don’t frown.

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

With your personality there is nothing you could not do.

The moment I met you I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, of what you really might be.

Man is many things, but he is not rational.

Ah! This morning! You have lived since then.

I wish I could trust myself.

What I want is information; not useful information, of course; useless information.

I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.

Humanity takes itself too seriously.

If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different.

People like you—the willful sunbeams of life—don’t commit crimes.

To have ruined oneself over poetry is an honour.

People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.

Medieval art is charming, but medieval emotions are out of date.

I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

Conscience makes egotists of us all.

There is nothing that you, with your extraordinary good looks, will not be able to do.

This world and I are on excellent terms.

Moderation is a fatal thing.

I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words.

You and I are what we are, and will be what we will be.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.  

Your cynicism is simply a pose.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

You like everyone; that is to say, you are indifferent to everyone.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.

He is all my art to me now.

There is nothing that art cannot express,

You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him.

My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

You can’t feel what I feel. You change too often.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies.

The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift, and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour.

The world is wide, and has many marvelous people in it.

Would you think it awfully rude of me if I asked you to go away?

He has a very bad influence over all his friends, with the single exception of myself.

I suppose he has been paying you compliments.

You mustn’t believe a word that he says.

Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it.

He won’t like you the better for keeping your promises. He always breaks his own.

If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

Most people discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.

All I want now is to look at life.

You may come and look at it with me, if you care to.

People know the price of everything, and the value of nothing.

You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.

Don’t be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.

The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.

Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away.

Experience is of no ethical value. It is merely the name men give to their mistakes.

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

You are much better than you pretend to be.

Love is a more wonderful thing than art.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

You call yesterday the past?

The past can always be annihilated. But the future is inevitable.

Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating.

Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrées.

I am tired of myself tonight.

With such blood as he has in his veins, how could his record be clean?

You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face.

Each of us has heaven and hell in him.

You have done enough evil in your life.

You would be a set of unfortunate bachelors.

I give the truths of tomorrow.

I prefer the mistakes of today.

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SPEAKING HABITS.

JESSICA DREW.

Spider - Woman

SPEECH.

# OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES :  1   /   2   /   3 +

TONE OF VOICE :  high   /   average   /   deep

ACCENT : yes   /   sometimes / conditionally   /   soft   /   no DEMEANOR :  confident   /   shy   /   approachable   /   hostile   /   other POSTURE :  slumped   /   the only thing straight about her   /   stiff   /   relaxed HABITS : head tilting /   swaying   /   fidgeting   /   stuttering   /   gesturing   /   arm crossing   /   strokes chin   /   er, um, or other interjections   /   plays with hair or clothing   /   hands at hips   /   inconsistent eye contact   /   maintains eye contact   /   frequent pausing   /   stands close   /   stands at distance

COMPLEXITY.

VOCABULARY :   ◼   ◼   ◼    ◼   ◻ EMOTION :  ◼   ◼   ◻   ◻   ◻ SENTENCE STRUCTURE :  ◼   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻

PROFANITY.

FREQUENCY :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◼ CREATIVITY :   ◼   ◼   ◼   ◻   ◻ BOLD ALL THAT APPLY :  ass.   asshole.   bastard.  bitch.  chicken shit.   crap.   cunt.   dick.   frick.   fuck.   horseshit.   motherfucker.   piss.   prick.   screw.   shit.   shitass.   son of a bitch.   twat.   wanker.   pussy.   christ on a bike.   christ on a cracker.   damn.   goddamn.   godsdamn. hell.   holy shit.   jesus.   jesus christ.   jesus h christ.   jesus h. roosevelt christ.   jesus, mary and joseph.   sweet jesus.  jesus christ marie. 

THIS OR THAT.

contractions or enunciation ?   straightforward or cryptic ?   jargon or toned ?   complexity or simplicity ?   finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind ?   masculinity, neutrality, or femininity ?   formalities or abrasiveness ?  praise or equivocation ?   frankness or lies ?   excessive or minimal hand gestures ?   name-calling or magnanimity ?   friendly or blunt nicknames ?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS.

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER ?  almost always   /   frequently   /   sometimes   /   rarely   /   never DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK ?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS ?  almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS ? almost always  /  frequently  /  sometimes  /  rarely  /  never WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘ WHOM ’ IN A SENTENCE ?  yes  /  no  /  only ironically YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT, WHAT WORD DO THEY USE ?  but  /  though  /  although  /  however  /  perhaps  /  mayhaps HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS ?  walk away   /   ask if that’s everything   /   say that that’s everything   /   give a proper goodbye   /   tell their company they’re done here   /   remain quiet   /   they don’t HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER ADDRESS OTHERS ? titles   /   first names   /   surnames   /   full names   /   nicknames WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK ?  upper  /  middle  /  lower IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS ?  accent  /  vocabulary  /  tone  /  level  /  politeness  /  brusqueness   /   speed - slow  /  it doesn’t

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pjcoulscn​:

His hand is cradled around the bottom of a glass of the cabernet sauvignon, the stem tucked between his middle and ring fingers –––– more for APPEARANCES than because he actually intends to partake of the rather vast alcohol selection.  No doubt he and Sharon will crack open a bottle of something during the after action debrief that looms when this is all over and he gets to shuck off the jacket and tie.

There are certain attendees he’s keeping tabs on, either because he eventually wants to catch their attention or because he’d prefer to avoid them altogether –––– BARNEY BARTON, for instance falls firmly in the LATTER category.  ( He’d insisted Clint not do anything STUPID, so he ought to follow his own advice despite the strong desire to deck the older Barton.  Just on principle. )

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned in a polite, unassuming smile that’s briefly hidden behind the lip of his wine glass ( because he has to keep up those appearances ) before he turns, intending on yo-yoing back to Sharon briefly to check - in –––––– except there’s someone blocking that path.

❝ Enjoying the evening thus far ? ❞  Another bland smile.  APPEARANCES. 

( Has he mentioned he hates these things ? )

OPEN !!

“  oh yeah. having a real blast. practically percolating electric joy.  ”  couldn’t he TELL by the unmoved expression since her arrival. neutral. commonplace. the prize at the bottom of a cereal box. fingers exhibit their unnaturally green glow --- but blink and their effects were gone. jessica didn’t FEEL her usual call to retreat into casual niceties tonight. 

not when she was busy keeping an eye one a few choice individuals. 

phil was ... trusted,  safe in a business - casual way,  for now. the power imbalance that allowed her to speak freely with a possible convert not present between them.  “  really sucked a tailpipe when i ruined alcohol for myself back in the seventies. should have been saving that tolerance building for nights like these.  ”  THAT cracked a genuine smile at least,  “  i understand it,  it’s a right of passage to get wasted on overpriced watered - down shots of tequila in a sauna of human sweat where the music is grinding up against your brain but  ---  at what cost. they popped open the expensive bottles.  ”

a nod to his glass  (  where hers seemed to have disappeared by passing worker  )  clued him in,  at least,  to what jess’ prattled on about in the middle of a work event. 

“  let me guess,  you’re piquing. this is the best night of your life and you know it’s all downhill from here.  ”

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osborninc​:

“ — nothing! i didn’t come to argue with you at all.” and yet, here he was, standing in front of her with a clench in his jaw and no intention of walking away. he was the one who came over here, wasn’t he? he was the one who spoke first. so he let her speak now with his arms crossed. he let it make him angry, even as she said things that were almost familiar to him. things he had maybe once, maybe still, believed.  

( my favorite, she called him too. but luthor had invited him here and luthor had agreed to meet with him. luthor had done something, where others had not. where she had not — right? ) 

“it is for the betterment of everyone,” he stubbornly insisted. “how much of a mess do these people have to leave behind before everyone understands that, unchecked, they’re a threat to us all?”

but the way she said justice, the way she threw it back at him, made him pause. it had been the thing he whispered to himself, when he was sure of nothing else; it had been the thing that brought him to the bridge, to peter. truth and justice, hand in hand. ( another person, spitting words at him angrily, violently, righteously: it was always vengeance. it was ugly, life for a life vengeance. ) he looked at jess, quiet and uncertain. when he closed his eyes, what did he imagine justice to look like? he didn’t know anymore. 

his question was just as quiet, just as uncertain. “what does justice look like to you then?” 

“  a stagnant bog.  ”  eggshells crack beneath heels and she’s reminded to glance behind him,  over her own shoulder. agents were busy mingling in the crowd  (  where she should be too,  were it not harry’s insistence on accusing her of stalking so prematurely into this game  )  and the avengers on payroll out of earshot. the rest is noise.  “  it’s not past-tense,  it’s not reactionary or a result. it’s found in an action,  a conscious choice or ripple across the water to be better than the situation that sparked conversations of justice in the first place. not everyone can be just,  as not everyone is cruel or kind or humble or any number of depths. and what lies waiting under the surface is all ... murk.  ”  

“  i think justice is often misconstrued for fairness,  eye for an eye mentality. we become disillusioned when we receive our pound of flesh and feel as though nothing changed.  ”  despite the gravity of her bleak envisioning,  there’s a faint smile perking up half her face. a wink that jessica accepted her reality long ago : she,  like so many in this room,  were NOT just nor would taste justice for themselves. their concepts too narrow,  too personal,  too different to allow that satisfaction. 

she pulls two drinks from a passing tray,  offering the second to harry.  “  these people are that : people. no matter the organizing,  the planning,  the training they will act as people do. we’re putting too much emphasis on control born from fear of our own mortality and not enough on instinct. every single one on that stage and in hiding bears the full weight of their decisions,  and every single one will always ask the same of themselves. but this is not justice. this is safety theater.  ”  and with a familiar clink of glass lip against glass she believes her impromptu speech over.  “  do you feel safe?  ”

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as if jessica drew were EVER one to decline food. she swipes the lemon bar in question and keeps it guarded atop her napkin for now.  “  i take it you’re enjoying yourself?  ”  what other possible conclusions could she reach --- the kid was surrounded,  keeping herself in close proximity to catering. that was,  as the youths were saying,  living her best life.

@spoilers-ahead-647 cont. 

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osborninc​:

the sudden topic of conversation ( although sudden was unfair of him, given their current location ) caught him off guard. “alexander luthor is going to become the most powerful man in the world.” harry was certain of this — there was no one to oppose him, no one worth mentioning, and few things brought a nation together like a common enemy. and masked heroes, he knew, were exactly that. “he’s the only one who cared about accountability. who cared about holding spider-man, and those like him, to justice.” 

somehow, knowing what he did now, the words did not feel as righteous as they once did. they fell flat; they fell sadly between them. since when had his anger turned to this? he straightened where he stood, fidgeting with his cufflinks. 

“i didn’t come here to argue politics with you.” he frowned. “i don’t need to justify myself to you. why do you even care about luthor?��� 

“  then what did you come to argue?  ”  she can’t help herself,  she really can’t. this would be the most entertainment jess could hope for that evening. from the demoralized stance of a man burned by a single vigilante and therefore looking for the ultimate hammer to bang them out of existence,  to the wild eyes of a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. again.

jess is a relic,  a dinosaur from the era of spy versus spy. hearing talks that hyperinflate the actual value of any politician made her wonder what other means of propaganda would pop up in the next few months to solidify a base like harry osborn.  “  it’s a frustrating feeling,  huh?  we can wear money like it’s a placeholder for power,  but when presented with something as uncontrollable as real physical power,  we panic and demand it tamed. for the betterment of everyone,  of course.  ”  

why does she care about luthor?  “  he’s a politician. a smart one,  granted,  but a politician. power for them is founded in stepping on necks. i just want to make sure my favorite doesn’t find himself under a boot while calling it ... what was your word? right. justice.  ”

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LUTHOR 2020,  jess practically snorted into her coffee. another notch in the political belt,  another man with more money than god believing that leadership and control were of the same definition. she’d seen it before,  she’ll see it again. instead her focus shifts to the avengers;  that familiar discomfort settling against her shoulder and curving down her spine. 

it’s hard to remember a time when people believed they were the ideal. all fresh - faced teamwork and encouraging photo ops after dilemma after dilemma after ---

she’d rather work independently,  carve out her own version of salvation earned than rely on others fine handiwork. even in the small potatoes,  even in tracking and categorically watching every POI to have the misfortune of crossing paths. it’s what compelled jess,  ultimately,  to fish out an old dress out of her trunk. 

someone was going to unearth a few potatoes. 

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cahrter​:

❝ I WON’T TELL, IF YOU WON’T. ❞  Sharon holds a finger to her lips.  She’s been holding down this cocktail table somehow inexplicably out of the way for the past twenty minutes.  

open !

“   mere honth sile hue hai.  ”  my lips are sealed. tending,  once more,  to their garden of secrets while owning two black thumbs. jess was tempted to squat,  sharon’s little concealed corner of treats the perfect place for pretending spandex did anything other than cut into rib cages collecting underboob sweat.  “  think anyone here is opposed to drinking martinis over some burning heels?  ”

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there were worse things to be dragged towards than privacy for a conversation she had only MARGINALLY anticipated coming that evening. (  though harry spotting jessica in a crowd as pressed with bodies as the one on their right seems comical,  was he TRYING to find her? interesting.  )  her only real annoyance food - motivated as she watched a fallen appetizer meet its untimely end by polished shoe.

if jessica WERE to follow the young osborn ... he’d never know,  simple as that. and he gave it the old college effort for a while there.

clear green eyes burned into his own with little interest nor reason to answer the question forthright.  “  alexander luthor. that’s an interesting choice of candidate for the new oscorp to peddle some investments toward. makes you wonder what kickbacks are offered from donations,  doesn’t it?  ”  and all at once,  a switch is flipped as jess resumes her most common appearance : that of the PASSIVE observer.  “  you’ve been busy.  "

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of all the people he could have run into, of all the people he could have stumbled across in the crowd — did it have to be her? did it have to be now? after their conversation, he had spent too much time ( and far too many company resources ) attempting to find out more information about the woman calling herself jessica drew. when that did not work, he had tried putting her entirely out his mind. when even that did not work, he had felt himself slipping into a deep paranoia, the same paranoia that had once come with the mention of spider-man — distrust, fear, suspicion, suspicion, suspicion. eventually, that too had faded, and he did not know which was worse: the brief certainty that she was there to doom him or the current uncertainty that she might actually be trying to help. 

either way, he did not want to see her here. he did not want her to see him like this, like an osborn. ( and that was not fair of him, was it? why should he care what she thinks of him? ) he pulled her to the side of the crowd, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any others who might be watching them. 

in a low voice, “are you following me?” 

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UNITED EVENT;  spider - woman edition.

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@slvicshdow   :    I have learned to watch everything die. 

half a snickers bar is offered in solidarity  (  or consolation,  or jest,  even she’s unsure which  )  knowing full well that when the great heat death of their universe arrived : nat and jess would stand alone before its marvel. EVERYTHING DIES eventually. hopefully. please. there were no assurances that even as cosmic an event as the destruction of All Matter would free the human equivalent of tardigrades. 

“  is that your new team motto ?  ‘cause i might have a few notes ... ”  rest of the candy bar is torn into by canines,  regarding the brick building adjacent them through squinting eyes. rooftop meetups,  how very 90′s of them.  “  like : what’s up with the doom and gloom. you’ve managed through worse than optics.  ”

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I will publish and respond OOC.

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❇ life philosophy headcanons.

Send a symbol, receive an answer. For multimuses, specify muse:

♚ — Does your muse believe in objective right and wrong? Why do they hold this view?

♔ — Does your muse believe people are innately good or innately bad? Why do they believe this?

♞ — What does your muse believe happens after death? Do they believe in an afterlife and why/why not? If they do, what do they imagine this afterlife to be?

♘ — Do they believe humanity/their species, as a whole, to be moving in the ‘right’ direction or the ‘wrong’ one? Why do they believe this?

♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?

♟ — Does your muse believe in free will? Do they believe that people are mostly free?

♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?

♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?

♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for?

♡  — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

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’Lines that have made me cry at one point’ starters!

Feel free to change any names/pronouns!

“I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.”

“Give us more to see.”

“What did I give you?”

“I want to move on, I want to explore the light.”

“I want to know how to get through, through to something new. Something of my own.”

“You’re a good person, Peter. It’s such a weakness.”

“Is he- is this real?”

“However you live there’s a part of you always standing by, mapping out a sky.”

“How do we feel in that photograph and how can we feel it again?”

“Maybe I’ve done enough.”

“Your golden child grew up.”

“For the first time, I see an image of my brokenness, utterly worthy of love.”

“I finally see myself through the eyes of no one else.”

“You’ve got a second chance. You could go home.”

“You’ve got a warm heart, you’ve got a beautiful brain, but it’s disintegrating.”

“I was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up, and suddenly it fit.”

“I was little, I was weak, I was perfectly nieve, and I grew up too quick.”

“I won’t let you in, I swore never again.”

“I can’t afford, no, I refuse to be rejected.”

“But I can’t let you see all that I have to lose.”

“Here I am, pry me open. What do you want to know?”

“Everything was fine until you came around.”

“Man, you really brought me back down.”

“After all you put me through, don’t say it wasn’t true, that you were not the monster that I knew.”

“Another summer day is come and gone away in Paris and Rome, but, I want to go home.”

“I can’t call you a stranger, but I can’t call you.”

“You may hate me, but I can’t hate you.”

“I won’t replace you.”

“The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine.”

“If you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.”

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.”

“I have never known anyone who actually believed that I was enough.”

“Smile, my boy, it’s sunrise.”

“I wish I knew how to quit you.”

“You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But, it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.”

“S’that motive enough for ya?”

‘Isn’t it lovely how artists can capture us?’

‘You would have liked her. Honey, I’m wrong- you would have LOVED her.’

“You can’t trick me anymore.”

“But, for what it’s worth, Peter, I really am sorry.”

“You didn’t see that coming?”

“It’s been a long, long time.”

“What if all the things I’ve done we’re just attempts at earning love?”

“George misses Marie. George misses a lot. George is alone.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I love you 3000.”

“So, you better run for cover when the pup grows-” *gunshot*

“I could look at him forever.”

“What if who I hoped to be was always me?”

“Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side?”

“Is a better home awaiting in the sky?”

“My love, are you sitting down?”

“It felt like my life, but a better version.”

“I held onto my life and who I was with you.”

“We could just kiss like real people do.”

“Leave me to dream.”

“George would have liked to seen people out strolling on Sunday.”

“Move on.”

“Chimerical. C-H-I-M-E-R-I-C-A-L. Highly unrealistic, widely fanciful.”

“I love you.”

“I think dad is angry, ma, and I do not know what to do.”

“I think he takes out on me what he wants to take out on you.”

“How I wish you were home.”

“Nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done.”

“No, I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts. Pretend I’m something better than this mess that I am.”

“Cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they hate it too?”

“I think I’m made of stone.”

“I should be feeling more.”

“You can still be what you want to.”

“It’s just medicine.”

“Seeing all the parts but none of the whole.”

“And it burns inside his eyes.”

“And you catch him now and then.”

“So you want him even more.”

“But he’s never really there.”

“We do not belong together.”

“We do not belong together, and we should have belonged together.”

“I care about many things.”

“Things, not people.”

“Who am I to say what any of this means?”

“I have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen.”

“I have been half myself for more than half my life.”

“Fall in love again, and again, and again.”

“Are you going to age with grace?”

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left.”

“Who cares what you are listening to, it’s who you’re listening with.”

“It’s sad but true how much I miss you. I miss you, Cecily Smith.”

“Life is not the things that we do, it’s who we’re doing them with.”

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Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery and be overwhelmed by disappointments, yet when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.

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@spoilers-ahead-647   : I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good.  

okay so there’s no actual drink in her hand,  but jess’ll cheers to just about any statement regarding a thorough sluffing off of work. especially when they both understand how non - option it was,  practically speaking. 

“  wait,  kid,  your responsibilities have legs too. oh god,  that’s too many legs.  ”

and in hindsight,  she should have stuck to her own story instead of busting through on some random mask - wearer’s soliloquy.  “  run FASTER simba,  ”  jess hates gotham. like fire ants escaping their molten aluminum death trap,  every black turtleneck wearing underling flung themselves at the nearest bright object : a blonde. typical. 

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09. the hermit : how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?

NOT VERY ! 

she’s human,  as much as she’d love to sit there and tell everyone she learns from her mistakes those mistakes are generally the type that are a. ) impossible decisions or b. ) cyclic in nature. so jess treats them as such.  (  no use crying over spilled milk,  do better,  be better ---  )  

jess is better at proceeding forward with her mind in the present,  and self - reflection tends to put her back into a spot where she has to face some glaringly obvious signs of depression.  (  depression does not come in Waves for her,  she is actively living with it.  )

if someone were to catch jessica during a time of self - reflection chances are her headspace isn’t the best. and it’s easier to notice than let on,  for all her dramatics and brooding and blunt edges spider - woman here doesn’t tend to TALK TO HERSELF or make incredibly brutal cuts on her own abilities as both a Person and Agent than during those specific times. 

so nah,  jess isn’t the introspective type. too much spring cleaning in that noggin needed before she’d even think about starting.