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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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"They sat in silence for a long time, and the whimperings of the creature behind them barely disturbed Harry anymore. At last he said, 'Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort going after the wand. He lied, you know, pretended he had never had it.' Dumbledore nodded, looking down at his lap, tears still glittering on the crooked nose. 'They say he showed remorse in later years, alone in his cell at Nurmengard. I hope that it is true. I would like to think that he did feel the horror and shame of what he had done. Perhaps that lie to Voldemort was his attempt to make amends... to prevent Voldemort from taking the Hollow...' '...or maybe from breaking into your tomb?' suggested Harry, and Dumbledore dabbed his eyes."
-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, "King's Cross", Page 719
"Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
-Viktor Frankl
Franz Wright, from “East Boston, 1996; Night Walk,” in God’s Silence
life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.
i remember thinking that the only way to be loved was if i reinvented myself to be desirable. as it turns out, the person whose love i was seeking in the first place was myself, and the most desirable version of myself i could think of was a person who's happy, so i'm working on that instead.
Un artiste étudiant la nature
Claude Lorrain, 1639
Alex Wyse singing Wicked Game for Amici 21
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