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What needs to be discharged is the intolerable tenderness of the past, the past gone and grieved over and never made sense of. Music ransoms us from the past, declares an amnesty, brackets and sets aside the old puzzles. Sing a new song. Start a new life, get a girl, look into her shadowy eyes, smile.
Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins
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nicklloydnow · 7 months
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“I, for example, am a Roman Catholic, albeit a bad one. I believe in the Holy Catholic Apostolic and Roman Church, in God the Father, in the election of the Jews, in Jesus Christ His Son our Lord, who founded the Church on Peter his first vicar, which will last until the end of the world. Some years ago, however, I stopped eating Christ in Communion, stopped going to mass, and have since fallen into a disorderly life. I believe in God and the whole business but I love women best, music and science next, whiskey next, God fourth, and my fellowman hardly at all. Generally I do as I please. A man, wrote John, who says he believes in God and does not keep his commandments is a liar. If John is right, then I am a liar. Nevertheless, I still believe.” - Walker Percy, ‘Love in the Ruins: The Adventures of a Bad Catholic at a Time Near the End of the World’ (1971)
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poem-today · 11 days
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A poem by Jim Moore
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Love in the Ruins
1           I remember my mother toward the end,
folding the tablecloth after dinner           so carefully, as if it were the flag           of a country that no longer existed, but once had ruled the world.
2           7 A.M. and the barefoot man
leaves his lover's house           to go back to his basement room across the alley. I nod hello,           continuing to pick the first small daffodils           which just yesterday began to bloom.
3           Helicopter flies overhead
reminding me of that old war           where one friend lost his life, one his mind,           and one came back happy to be missing only an unnecessary finger.
4           I vow to write five poems today,
look down and see a crow           rising into thick snow on 5th Avenue as if pulled by invisible strings,           and already there is only one to go.
5           Survived
another winter: my black stocking cap,           my mismatched gloves, my suspicious, chilly heart.
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Jim Moore
More poems by Jim Moore are available through his website.
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dasketcherz · 9 months
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it was a pretty cool dlc, i enjoyed it a lot
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hansoeii · 8 months
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Do you think of me?
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appaeve · 13 days
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homesick
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Gregory, Abby and Cassie are the new FNAF trio
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wiisagi-maiingan · 7 days
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What a terrible world we live in where you can google wild plants or bugs because you're interested in them and the first results are all "how do I kill this"
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thepoisonroom · 11 months
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anyone else know in their heart that they would absolutely adore smoking cigarettes so they have to avoid them like the plague or just me
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skribbzy · 9 months
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Eclipse is such a cutie, I love him sm :')💕
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alyrian · 9 months
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The guy is just doing his job
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yhwcomeback · 9 months
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They are besties! :D (I'm coping)
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nicklloydnow · 1 year
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“I wonder: did it break my heart when Samantha died? Yes. There was even the knowledge and foreknowledge of it while she still lived, knowledge that while she lived, life still had its same peculiar tentativeness, people living as usual by fits and starts, aiming and missing, while present time went humming, and foreknowledge that the second she died, remorse would come and give past time its bitter specious wholeness. If only - If only we hadn't been defeated by humdrum humming present time and missed it, missed ourselves, missed everything. I had the foreknowledge while she lived. Still, present time went humming. Then she died and here came the sweet remorse like a blade between the ribs.
But is there not also a compensation, a secret satisfaction to be taken in her death, a delectation of tragedy, a license for drink, a taste of both for taste's sake?
It may be true. At least Doris said it was. Doris was a dumbbell but she could read my faults! She said that when I refused to take Samantha to Lourdes. Doris wanted to! Because of the writings of Alexis Carrel and certain experiments by the London Psychical Society, etcetera etcetera. The truth was that Samantha didn't want to go to Lourdes and I didn't want to take her. Why not? I don't know Samantha's reasons, but I was afraid she might be cured. What then? Suppose you ask God for a miracle and God says yes, very well. How do you live the rest of your life?
Samantha, forgive me. I am sorry you suffered and died, my heart broke, but there have been times when I was not above enjoying it.
Is it possible to live without feasting on death?” (page 374)
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mushramoo · 9 months
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literally all I could think about when they interacted like 2 times
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spoopy-arcade · 9 months
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More Ruin stuff bc it "RUINED" my life !!!!!!!!!!!!! (affectionate)
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critterbitter · 3 months
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A trip down memory lane! Though the tower seems to have changed…
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Celestial tower! Built during the direct aftermath of the Founding Unovan Civil War, it remains a cultural landmark in memory of those lost in the fire and storm.
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Time has dulled the scars left behind by the twin dragons. Today, the tower is primarily used as a mausoleum (the preferred method of burial are urns) and, well, a tourism site. Legend says if you climb to the top of the tower and ring the bell, you can lay your ghosts to rest. But mostly? You can ring a GIANT bell.
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Course, you gotta GET to that bell first.
Masterpost for more pokemon shenanigans here!
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