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"character doing a c+ job of breaking the cycle of abuse" is such a crunchy dynamic forever. what if i'm giving my all to give you a better life than i had and i'm succeeding but "better" just isn't quite enough. what if my blind spots and deeply ingrained trauma and inexperience mean that you will be indelibly scarred by me despite my best efforts. what if my abuser's influence still bleeds through at times because i know nothing else. what if i go so far in the opposite direction to avoid it that i hurt you in ways i couldn't have anticipated. what if my undeniable love and unforgivable shortcomings came part and parcel with each other. what if your love and gratitude and resentment and pain came part and parcel too. what if we both knew you deserved better but i was all you had. what if we had to move forward and reckon with that. what then

aphel1on

late poem to my father by sharon olds. if you even care

aphel1on

yeah

#every time i see sharon olds my body tenses like im about to get punched #lit #q

tedchaough

“What if there was a place where you could go where there was no TV and you could break bread and whoever you were sitting with was family?”

Mad Men 7.06 The Strategy

“In the end, the circumstances of this account and this pitch brought three people without families together to break bread and to form their own family, for however brief a moment it lasts. And how perfect that it’s these three, who have passed a bunch of secrets back and forth to each other; whose entire relationships with each other are bound up in their shared secrets and experiences. How is that not a family?” (Tom and Lorenzo)

#cried my eyes out watching this for the second time round btw. they're so familar!! its their life its they are their everyday!!#for a while anyway. and isnt that all of it!!!#mad men #q

damazcuz

(Smugly after failing at a task) and they said it could be done.

#john carter at work #text #q

sisyphusshrugged

from Locking Yourself Out, Then Trying to Get Back In by Raymond Carver

#ng #q

revvethasmythh

and i had to wonder.......was it even possible for fictional characters to be friends and coworkers with each other? or could we only exist in a world where all dynamics are processed through the lens of the nuclear family?

#that one post that implied langdon and mohan see each other as siblings. like be serious #q

zendeyas

Amanda Seyfried as Sophie – Mamma Mia! (2008)

#hottest anyones been onscreen and its NOT close. she radiates in this its so distracting #film #q

proustiansleep

"It's like a hole in my life, an eight-year hole. That's what I find interesting in people's lives, the holes, the gaps, sometimes dramatic, but sometimes not dramatic at all. There are catalepsies, or a kind of sleepwalking through a number of years, in most lives. Maybe it's in these holes that movement takes place."

—Gilles Deleuze, On Philosophy

#lit #q

bloomfish

Patient on the Pitt: wahhh my feet hurt

Doctor: no problem sir we'll stitch you up. Get me 100ccs of lorazepam stat and intubate. Oh no, why isn't this working? His feet are still in danger!

*uncovers sheets to reveal hooves*

Other Doctor Who Is More Woke: those are his hooves you bitch. Prep 10000ml of Ketamine.

First Doctor: damn. I was wrong and it almost cost this poor patient his life.

Second Doctor: 90% of all patients are secretly horses and anti-horse bias kills thousands every year. As Doctors we need to check our prejudices, and you can read more about this on www.somepatientsarehorses.com

#load bearing post to me. 90% of patients are secretly horses #the pitt #q

thewindowofthesummerhouse

Miles Johnston

#art #q

weltenwellen

Alice Notley, from “I’m Just Rigid Enough”, Mysteries of Small Houses

#bp #ng #q

ph-cutie

sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)

#its exactly this. love the english language so much #text #q

apoemaday

You're

by Sylvia Plath

Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day, O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail. Farther off than Australia. Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn. Snug as a bud and at home Like a sprat in a pickle jug. A creel of eels, all ripples. Jumpy as a Mexican bean. Right, like a well-done sum. A clean slate, with your own face on.

#oh man. there shouldve been books and books. we should have libraries of her #lit #creel of eels!!!!#q

ofshivelight

"But remember that an "angel" is anything that carries out a mission for God. This includes forces of nature. An angel doesn't have to be an intimidating, fiery being... Photosynthesis? That's an angel. Gravity? An angel. Magnetism? Angel. The Midrash in Bereishis Rabbah (chapter 1) says than an angel only performs one job. That job doesn't have to be destroying Sodom; it could be peristalsis, centripetal force or condensation."

- Rabbi Jack Abramowitz, The God Papers

#lit #q