I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision. - Eleanor Roosevelt

She asked him who he really was. Upon reflection, he realized he didn’t know. Beneath the artifice was a void reflecting the concepts and preconceptions projected upon it. The void had no identity, no personality of its own. It was not the “real ( Read more... )

when all we see is the view to a kill

“I hate this movie ( Read more... )

One can endure only so much ridicule and mockery with false humor before submitting oneself to a momentary breakdown. Simon had tried to be a good sport. He did not wish to cause disruption in the community. Dissent caused disruption, and objection to popular consensus, such as whether Simon Skinner was really a sissy, was a form of dissent. ( Read more... )

Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, where's it going to end? Tom Stoppard - Czech Writer

Brown-gold dust clings to Simon’s fingers. He reaches for another pastel, another shade of brown, trying to capture the color of Sarah’s hair. She sits in diffused sunlight, gazing out of the window, grinning at private amusements. Simon’s mouth is a ( Read more... )

The official story undoubtedly would be that Connor McKee had collapsed from drunkenness into a pile of dry leaves with a lit cigarette. This was quite plausible, as everyone knew Connor McKee was a chain-smoking drunk who tended the grounds of the castle. Of course, Connor McKee hadn’t died at the hands of his vices. He had died at the hands of ( Read more... )

You’ve been asked to give a live demonstration to a large audience, showing your skill and giving instruction on something that you do better than most people. The spotlight is on you. Now do it.

“You were outstanding.”

“No.”

“You really were!”

“No!“Don’t be so modest, Sissy. You were better than the lead ( Read more... )

Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment
When we said our first hello.

A few hours ago he wasn’t aware of where he was or what he was doing. He guessed he was in a hospital bed while people who weren’t his relatives debated whether to turn off his life support. They did, otherwise he wouldn’t be ( Read more... )

The object of art is to crystallize emotion into thought and then give it form. Delsarte

22 May, 1968 ( Read more... )

Mai Maker felt a chill as she reached for a box of her favorite cereal. She rubbed her arm, attempting to warm the skin. A glance in the direction of the chill revealed a man she hadn’t noticed there prior. “It’s cold,” she said to him, grinning meekly. She would often say such idle things to the nearest person, who would greet her comments with ( Read more... )

Decribe your muse's sense of humor. What do they find funny? Do you have the same sense of humor? Do they gross you out with things, or do you do that to them?

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