NAPOLEON SOLO

Indie RP blog from the 2015 movie, The Man from U.N.C.L.E. TV series influences, multi-verse, multi-fandom, semi-hiatus.

[namedsolo]

          “I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. I’ve always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you’ve died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that’s a lot of corpses, each dead in a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don’t know or understand or want to understand.”

— Ray Bradbury, No Particular Night or Morning (The Illustrated Man)

[namedsolo]

          “I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. I’ve always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you’ve died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that’s a lot of corpses, each dead in a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don’t know or understand or want to understand.”

— Ray Bradbury, No Particular Night or Morning (The Illustrated Man)

[melisica]

Jack Mottram

[aseaofquotes]

E.M. Forster, “The Other Boat”

[wnq-anonymous]

You and I both know, the dark doesn’t make the bruises disappear. It just makes them harder to see.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wnq-anonymous)

[yummyinmytumbly]

Cranberry Glazed Turkey Tenderloin

[wnq-movies]

If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.

Archie’s Final Project. Dir. David Lee Miller (via wnq-movies)

[bhrnes]

my dear, our hands are painted red; our past shadows us like ghosts an assassins mix // listen 

i. keep the streets empty for me // fever ray ii. bang bang // sky ferreira iii. she’s your mother // ólafur arnalds iv. now i want // son lux v. unknow // the maccabees vi. merci // stromae vii. once i was loved // melody gardot viii. breathe out // son lux

[namedsolo]

[namedsolomoved-blog]

namedsolo:

          “I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. I’ve always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you’ve died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that’s a lot of corpses, each dead in a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don’t know or understand or want to understand.”

— Ray Bradbury, No Particular Night or Morning (The Illustrated Man)

[kirkses]

[krings2]

[namedsolomoved-blog]

moved!

[namedsolo]

[namedsolomoved-blog]

namedsolo:

          “I was never young. Whoever I was then is dead. I’ve always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you’ve died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that’s a lot of corpses, each dead in a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don’t know or understand or want to understand.”

— Ray Bradbury, No Particular Night or Morning (The Illustrated Man)

[wasabelieverarchive]

[namedsolomoved-blog]

     [Good afternoon losers, I think my inbox ate a message and I’m moving this blog tomorrow. Because this blog is A Mess and it’s making me itchy. I’m keeping drafts from @dostoevskyeyes and @arethusaarose, as well as @irukas- but I’d appreciate if you could @ me when you do reply so I don’t lose it.]

[namedsolomoved-blog]

Iruka stared, impressively stupid. "See---what, your gun? Oh, the license---er, no, I suppose I---don't need to. Not like I'm on duty, or anything. And if you say so, then I'll trust in that. But why are you bringing it with you to a /daycare/? Nothing could happen /here/, of all places."

          “Honestly? I forgot I had it with me. I tend to keep it with me out of habit, more than anything. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

[wordsnquotes]

ecdemomania

(noun) An obsolete word, ecdemomania is defined as an obsessive impulse to travel and wonder. A compulsive desire to get away from home.

etymology: Greek, “ecdemos,” meaning “away from home.”

(via wordsnquotes)