Thursday, November 17, 2011
the great door,
As you sit on the hillside,
or lie prone under the trees of the forest,
or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream,
the great door,
that does not look like a door,
opens.
Dean and Castiel
Dean wanted Cas to trust him,
He Did.
Cas wanted Dean to trust him,
He wouldn’t.
Its funny to see who we became in the end.
He Did.
Cas wanted Dean to trust him,
He wouldn’t.
Its funny to see who we became in the end.
— The Awakening by Kate Chopin
“She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.”
— The Awakening by Kate Chopin
When a friend types BRB.
The first 10 minutes:
An hour:
Three hours:
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Then they suddenly go offline
An hour:
Three hours:
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Then they suddenly go offline
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