Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
You heard his too?
Oh, yeah.
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
*with a dark and evil aura surrounding me* I'm shy
Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it
thinking about karen coming home after foggy’s funeral to white roses on her doorstep, leaving those roses in her window as she packs up the rest of her apartment, holding her breath every time she hears footsteps in the hall outside her front door, glancing at the window as she folds clothes and packs dishes, pretending she isn’t waiting on him
finding frank on her fire escape that last morning, her last morning in nyc, with a bag packed and slung over his shoulder
'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'
what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
Deborah Ann Woll as Karen Page — DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01 Heaven's Half Hour
average experience watching daredevil born again s1ep1
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ahead of the new Daredevil series airing DAYS AWAY [screech] I'm 1000% taking advantage of new and returning kastle fam;
Ive got some fics! It's been a while -
Hidden Treasure
On the jar is a taped note, folded in half.
Visit me.
"Do you want to go?" It's quiet on his end of the line, and it's his tone - not the cold outside her window - that chills her spine.
“Can I ask you something?” She doesn't wait for him to respond, and she's opening the car door now, ice brushing into the nerves of her teeth as she breathes. She hisses as her boots crunch on the snow. “Is there an actual scenario in your head for this where I say no?”
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Or
The one where Amy instigates a road trip and things get said.
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Like The Wind
She's not safe - she'll never be safe from Fisk, but she'll still slide the latch on the chain at eye level, and she'll pull the curtains tight to block out the sun.
The bed squeaks, and the sheets are stale from sitting idle. Karen places her gun beneath a pillow and holds onto it, finding solace in the weight and how her thumb rests against the grip. That deadbolt is another warm blanket to the thought that for maybe just a moment, she can be lucky.
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Karen runs.
She figures running will protect everyone she loves, if Fisk is after her.
She wasn't expecting to run right into Frank.
Not in the middle of the night.
Not in the middle of fucking nowhere.
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The Blood in the Blue [multichap]
He looks at the way her mouth settles flat, her eyes distant as the sun lowers, the sky getting darker each minute. Her jaw is clenched. She's gotten no peace in what's happened so far, but he knows just by looking at her, she's willing to risk herself again to claim it. Frank suspects this is not going to be easy in any sense of the word.
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Frank meets a mermaid on a mission.
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For Display Only
It’s hard to tell at first who it is behind the overgrown shrubbery.
He’s got a distractingly deep line of sweat trailing down his spine, though, when he comes into view and she finally spots the dark gray Anvil Landscapes logo on his t-shirt.
Karen takes a moment to appreciate her relief and the soft grunts from his effort in getting the boxwood roots out of the ground. She sips from the diner’s to-go cup in her hand to keep cool. “Hey, Frank.”
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it's the landscaper/sex shop au
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I'm so excited for the resurgence in activity lately and to the new content coming to us soon! Find the rest over here.
Do I have too many books? No. It is my shelving methods that are inadequate
lets out a single agonized bloodcurdling scream but doesnt elaborate on why and just walks it off
Thesis submitted successfully! Now, how do I return to the world of the living?
may the remainder of this year and the upcoming new year bring you all good health, well-deserved rest, the strength to move forward, the optimism to keep your blessings in mind no matter how difficult things may get, the inner peace to remember that nothing in this life is permanent, the love and support of others to help keep you standing tall when you feel weary, and the ability to revel in even the simplest pleasures of life. the hard work and energy that you’re putting into your daily lives to try and improve your situation will pay off. better times are ahead and you will feel warmth in your heart again.