Films:
The Lion King
Pulp Fiction
Edward Scissorhands
The Shining
Princess Mononoke
Books:
Harry Potter
The Great Gatsby
The Wrong Boy
The Long Walk
Oscar Wilde
John Green
New Media:
Vlogbrothers
ViHart
Nerimon
frezned
ZeFrank
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Because I haven’t re-blogged a Squirrel in a while.
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Pietari Posti Moby Dick bookmark collection.
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Lines on Sand and Sea: The Otherside
One day I drove to the pier on edge of town,
to the blur in sand and sea and memory.
I had a thing about boats as I recall,
and my mother had a thing about indulging my things.
We’d get ice cream and sit on the rocks
and my brother would splash in the shallows.
he would never get cold but I would,
and when I did she would pull my close
and when I did she would wrap me in fur,
tight and warm.
“What is out there?” I would ask, in the way a child does,
in the hope of wonder, not of truth. She would answer:
“Somewhere, miles and miles away: on the otherside,
there is another beach and another mum with her two boys.
One of them is playing in the sand,
and the other is asking the same question as you just did,
and she is giving him the same answer as I’m giving you.”
And still staring out into sea,
And measuring our dreams against the horizon,
we would breath easy with flow of the tides.
“And does anyone ever visit?” I would ask,
has anyone been to the other beach across the sea,
perhaps I wondered if I could go.
“Some have,” she said, and ruffled my hair.
“In fact, some people travel far,
far from their family and far from their hometown,
they wan’t more than anything get away from it,
others end up needing a few reminders of where they’re from.
They try to leave but they always end up coming back.”
She wasn’t talking about the sea,
or the sand, I realised only later.
She was telling me the story of her,
only in recolection can I here the sorrow in her words,
can I hear the quiver in her voice,
can I see the sparkle in her eye.
The sun had almost fully sunk into the horizon,
I turned to leave: the sea was a glowing ember.
My nostalgia carried away by the current.
She was right as well, I realise,
as I climb back into my car.
She was right about the beach,
and about the people on the otherside;
beacuse in the end we are all asking the same questions,
same questions different answers.
The car rumbles into life, and a seagull squawks overhead.
- By Daniel Morgan.
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If you have not scene this whole thing, then you should watch it. It is outstanding. Funny, moving, philosophically astute… Just an entertaining and thought provoking watch. So….yeah.
I think I’ve reblogged this before, but I’m going to reblog it again because I was just thinking about this because I’m in a very Slytherin mood and was thinking about how hard it shall be to find TWO people who are better than me and want someone inferior to themselves without making me feel inferior…
I don’t know. I guess the feeling of inferiority, in theory, comes from dominant personality traits. Confidence, eagerness, spontaneity e.t.c. Your type could be someone who has a venerability to them, someone who wants you in their life to make them stronger and fill in their gaps (Not a euphemism, although, you know, that too). Anyway this person in this light could be better, from your perspective, but you could still feel needed by them, thus not inferior.
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If you have not scene this whole thing, then you should watch it. It is outstanding. Funny, moving, philosophically astute… Just an entertaining and thought provoking watch. So….yeah.
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for context, this was on Dan’s video.
Love this.
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thewildsquirrelofpassion replied to your post: Yes Dan I ship Zutara is this a problem?
Yes Lauren. Yes I do have a problem. What about Aang eh? He just loves her so much!!But Dan
forbidden love
it’s beautiful, and heartbreaking, and poetic
You wanna talk about forbidden love? Lets talk about Jetko. Haha
What could have been/What might be when jet wakes up.
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