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Blood. Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge, other times it helps me control the chaos.
Is life a tragedy... or is there hope?
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Tv Meme ¬ 10 Male Characters [3/10] ¬ Dexter Morgan
i just want everyone to be happy.
Lost re-watch | 2x23+24 | Live Together, Die Alone (Parts I & II)
You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. They will race behind you, they will stumble, they will fall. But in time, they will join you in the sun. In time, you will help them accomplish wonders.
i’m here for the ladies → sarah connor
A wise man once said, “know thyself”. Easier said than done. I’ve had nine aliases, twenty-three jobs, spoken four languages, and spent three years in a mental hospital for speaking the truth. At least when I was there I could use my real name. Through it all, I’ve always known who I am and why I’m here. Protect my son. Prepare him for the future.
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I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
Countdown to Halloween → Death Becomes Her (1992)
'Til death do us part! Well, you girls are dead. And I'm parting.
“We’re young. We’re supposed to drink too much, we’re supposed to have bad attitudes, and shag each other’s brains out. We are designed to party… We had it all. We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful!"
here is the thing about lost (and i’m gonna try to be coherent but tell me if this doesn’t make any sense, because i tend to get off my track, it’s always happening to me):
it is, in the end, one of the most basic of plots: person leaves civilization and goes into the woods, and in the course of being lost in the woods discovers who they are and what their purpose is. often this person goes back into civilization new-made and ready to fulfill this purpose; just as often this person discovers they belong in the woods.
lost was always, from beginning to end, a show about one’s purpose in life, about learning not only who you were at your core but what that core was made for, what you were made to do and whether you were prepared to do it. in the end, literally in the afterlife, the culmination of everything that was or will be, this is what brings them together— they rediscover their narratives, the things that made them mean something in life. they unite with each other and with these purposes and they go into the light.
lost was never a show about an island where weird shit happened and they had to discover the molecular structures that allowed them to do so. lost was about the woods on a grand scale, about a cosmic force that brought people out of their lives and into the woods to learn who they were and what they were made of, to strip away their skin and turn them into pure narrative. jack the messianic hero who lives to die, locke the tragic narrative casualty, kate the chink in the armor, juliet who needed to be found, ben who learned to love, hurley who had love to give, sawyer who needed vengeance and forgiveness, rose and bernard who only wanted to love each other with what time they had, saiyd the redeemer, sun and jin the tragic lovers, desmond and penny who needed to find each other, on and on.
lost was a show about unmaking and remaking, about finding what you were meant to do and becoming prepared to do it, about crashing into the worst situation of your life and then triumphantly flying out of it, about going into the woods and coming out your true self. a show called lost was always going to be about becoming found.