But if we are being honest with ourselves, there are fewer pleasures in life as simple, or indeed as great, than taking a moment to stare out over the wire/abyss/majesty/spectacle/vista/band/other of your horizon, taking a deep breath, and thinking. Or indeed not thinking—just staring out, empty and happy as a beach ball, yet knowing how aloof and unknowable and sexy and intriguing you must look to the hikers/dog walkers/wildlife/insects/others around you. You just wouldn't get it, your body language appears to say.
This is because life offers no pleasures quite like a good #landscape. It's a home and retreat for every reason, every season, and indeed everyone. All are welcome to stand or sit and marvel at the extraordinary, often moving sights offered by millions of years of natural, and very slow, changes in rock formations above and below the crust of the earth.
We will leave you with these fantastic images for now, and if you ever happen to see us avoiding bae, romancing our melancholic solitude, and gazing out over the horizon, don't hesitate to say hi.
I think Over The Hedge would've been way better if it had a depressing ending
so, the scene where RJ returns the food to Vincent and betrays him before going to save the family from The Verminator
see I reckon it would have been so cool and so much more powerful if RJ didn't go back and save them and they ended up dying off-screen..the conversation between RJ and Vincent is one of my favourite scenes from any film...if it ended with RJ coming to terms with who he is, what he's done and accepting it, that would've been so powerful and so cool...it would've made the film a lot darker as well since it would condemn the family to death and RJ's gotta live with that
it would've also just been an excellent bit of cinematography and symbolism if it ended with that ending and also RJ and Vincent walking off into the forest together as friends, since RJ has now stooped to his level and accepted it
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--prompt from @nosebleedclub "final summer rites" (2 September)
I emerge from the water, though I don't know
where the sea ends and the sweat begins.
Droplets decorate my collarbone like pearls,
but I lose them, like the moments
which I collect on my hands.
Should I know you better than I did?
I flew through the summer like a sparrow,
not knowing when the weather would turn against me.
I smell of pomegranates and seaweed,
but I'm lost in my humid cloud of doubt--
sinking further inside it,
I relish for another person's touch.
You weren't there to save me--
I learned the ropes like I could play a harp,
but as I plucked the strings,
my heart cracked further and further
until nothing remained of it but
a hollow shell.
Drops of oil fall from my head
and hands--a sacrificial rite
for a summer gone astray.
As they float against the saltwater,
I think about my wounds--
afflicted for a greater cause,
but a higher blessing
strips away my endurance.
These final summer rites slip through my fingers,
and I speak to you no more. --Elda Mengisto
Summary- "The sixth of the Fatui Harbingers was not a man known for his quiet moments of contemplations, or his erudition. Oh, he was clever enough when it counted, when it mattered in their quest to serve the Tsaritsa, but compared to people like Dottore, , or Pantalone, the Regrator, or Sandrone, the Marionette, or ...He digressed. Regardless, the point was, he wasn't exactly known for being introspective and self-aware. He was cruel, and according to some, mad, but introspective ? Never.Yet as he gazed out at the stormy night, as the lightning flashed overhead, he couldn't help but remember his past."Scaramouche had been betrayed in the past. He didn't have a heart, and as for Pierro, the Jester, well, his heart had frozen into a block of ice when his nation fell. Maybe that was why it was so easy for Scaramouche to accept Pierro's words.During one of the rare rainy nights in Snezhnaya, the two contemplate their past, those who betrayed them, and those who once loved them, and how each had found meaning in serving the Tsaritsa.
The Prayer of Quiet Confidence, from the Book of Common Prayer. I have this prayer tattooed in a spiral on my right arm, under my Dropkick Murphys Celtic cross.