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annasinthewalls

No thoughts. Cinnamon rolls. Fluffy cats. Crunchy leaves. Thick fog. Knit blankets. Flickering candles.

mentaltimetraveller

Andy Parkinson, Glow grid

symphonysky

proceduralbob

I needed to record this because r/perth is having a regular one today

catonhottinroof-deactivated2023

Egon Schiele (1890 – 1918)

Sonnenblumen I, 1911

littlealienproducts

Canyon Land Stained Glass Panel by ChelbieHungerStudio

mysharona1987

heartsl0b

crooked block

owldude

*sees moon* *remembers outer space* nice

shimmervee

be sure to leave out milk and cookies for brutus tonight

magpie-trove

There’s a part in The Princess Bride (the book, it’s not in the movie) where Inigo and Fezzik are looking for Westley after he’s been taken by the Prince, and they’ve been running into obstacle after obstacle, having to overcome them one after the other till they are not only worn out but they find themselves lost in the dark in the Prince’s pit of despair. They overcome and overcome and barely overcome, and then they find Westley.

Dead.

And in the middle of this horrid moment, the passage goes,

“After such effort; after being reunited with Fezzik on this day of days for this one purpose, to find the man to help him revenge his dead Domingo—gone. All was gone. Hope? Gone. Future? Gone. All the driving forces of his life. Gone. Snuffed out. Beaten. Dead.

‘I am Inigo Montoya, the son of Domingo Montoya, and I do not accept it.’”

And he drags Westley’s dead body to Max and stakes everything on a miracle happening. He is literally at the bottom of the pit of Despair with a dead man and instead of succumbing to despair himself he stops and says “I do not accept it.”

And that is one of the most powerful moments in any story I’ve read. Because sometimes the bravest and hardest thing is to insist on hope when it seems like there is none. To say no. I do not accept it. And look for a miracle if that’s what it takes!

(To against hope believe in hope, that we might obtain what was promised.)

firstfullmoon

Excerpt from Felon by Reginald Dwayne Betts, erasure poetry of legal documents challenging the incarceration of people because they could not afford to pay bail

[text ID: erasure poem, left out words read: “It is the policy of the City to jail people / It is the policy of the City to jail people / It is the policy of the City to hold prisoners until extinguished”]

corporationkills

“you have mental illness” actually i don’t, those are just unfortunate side effects from using the powers from my amulet to often. such power deranges a man.