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zeus was like i have to prosecute a war and percy was like how bout i prosecute your ass right here and now
Not serena thinking Lawrence could marry her and claim her kid and reinstate her back to play her games in gilead as if she didnāt practically force him into being a rapist⦠she sure overreaches impossibly hard
Thank you @smones and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!
What the actual fuckkkkkkkkkkk just happened
Mannnnn why did they do that jaedan, he was so good⦠I canāt believe theyād do that to him šššš
Platonic love is like romantic love. You chose your friend coz they are admirable, funny, assholes, but also very good listeners and jesters when need be. Cause they have their quirks that match with your own. Sure thereās a part of you that only your lover or s/o can see but thereās also a part that only your parents see, a side that only shows with your siblings or children. Your friends share a part of you that only they can see. Your arenāt friends only just your convenience or circumstance. True friendship says when all else falls, iāll still be there, laughing but also picking you up or to sit down with you and share the weight of the fall, thatās all.
This is a story of love, imagination and infinities. I was wondering if our love can be infinite if our imaginations can not be. I had just learned the amazing fact that most human beings find it difficult to imagine the scope of a number beyond 10. The numbers like one thousand and a billion were meaningless, unimaginable to human minds. But the quintessential question remained: What is love? A projection, our imagination, a physical feeling? Perhaps, all of them.
I went to the market, thinking about all this. Of distance and love and creativity, what is infinite and what is finite? If we are in a sphere that is collapsing onto itself infinitely, are we also, infinitely, living, losing and loving? None of it made very much sense.
There at the market, I saw a once handsome face. A man walking out of a shop, an ordinary thing. The remnants of his beauty jarred me, the structure of his, once all taut, now had sagging skin with wrinkles. His moustache liberally littered with greys. Behind him, I saw his wife, a once beautiful woman, a delicate face now weighed down by a double chin. All my thoughts about infinities came to a stop in front of the mortality of what defined us: the passing of time.
I left them behind and came across a fashionably dressed young woman hand in hand with her friend. Passing the crowd, I bumped into a young lover trying to coax his sullen partner to talk. I heard a young boy trying to convince his parents to buy his desired food while his parents told him to be a good boy. I bought a packet of chips.
After some time I saw the once handsome couple leaving so I followed them out of the market. His wife went one way but he got stuck behind a car trying to park so he left with me from the other side. At that moment, I imagined what it would be like if I was her and he was my husband. As a stray path could stray a man. I almost believed he was but then we came out the other side and he went to his wife. So, this dream of love was broken in another moment. But for a moment it existed and, in that moment, existed infinite infinities. In those infinite infinities, I am her and he is mine. Ā
Istfg its been 4 episodes, can we drop the lady macbeth act for june⦠she is rebel in the true sense, taking her away from the fight and pretending she doesnāt want to be in the center of the things is so overdone and tiring⦠can we skip to the part where she accepts sheās unhinged now and has to kill whoeverās associated w gilead⦠let her pay back
I am so excited to see the sea snakeās role develop and for him to show everyone what a bad bitch he is until the very end⦠no one can come close to Lord corlys valearyon
Man I canāt believe i literally read fire and blood before todayās episode and now i know everythingās thats gonna happen to rhaynera and daemon and their kids and aegon, the junior and the dragons and oh god, the dragonsā¦
Not serena thinking Lawrence could marry her and claim her kid and reinstate her back to play her games in gilead as if she didnāt practically force him into being a rapist⦠she sure overreaches impossibly hard
Some nights⦠itās impossible not to wonder the possibilities and probabilities of life. I wonder about the what ifs and maybes. About what would happen if i had the courage to not care about the consequences of my actions or words.
On nights like these, i pray for unexpected adventures and unplanned opportunities. I wish with all my heart that i was someone else. Someone who knew what it meant to live and breathe in their skin and were comfortable with it. Maybe, a woman already in her late 30s with her house in a small town and a library and a fireplace to keep warm on snowy days. Itās impossible not to yearn for something you have yet to behold. Like snowfall. I have yet to see one so I canāt stop dreaming about what it would be like. Itās like that with a lot of things lately.
I think about all the love i have yet to experience or dare i say, all the heart breaks. Even in my dreams I canāt imagine holding it forever, i can only pray to make it last. Nature has its own course, like that poem about a babbling brook we studied in high school. How a river will always find a way to stay on its path. Love is like that. It finds a way, no matter what it has to destroy. Whats the probability that you will love me tonight or ever?
I am thinking about how in mathematics they taught us some sets were part of a larger set but that didnāt mean they couldnāt exist on their own. I think of love like that on nights like these. Of all of this being part of something bigger than itself and yet existing in a world of its own. I may have gotten it wrong though, i am not very good at maths still.
Some nights can be so unforgiving.
There is nothing more precious to me than crowley saving aziraphaleās books from being blown to bits and offering him a ride home ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø i will marry the person who does that for me šššš
The audacity of serena to make Hannah the face of fredās funeralā¦. Sheās pissing off the wrong mama bear⦠juneās gonna have her head for this
Everyone acting like its crazy that Juneās mad and murderousā¦. Let her go on her fucking rampage⦠how tf do they not get that she HAS TO BRING GILEAD DOWN
Serena being greeted by the two people who facilitated the death of her husband šššš put that bitch in the handmaidās program, its what she deserves
I wanna know the allegiances of this MAN!!!!!! Which side are u fucking onā¦. Fucking canadians being nice and accommodating to fucking psychopath and enabler of gilead
June: I killed commander fred in cold blood
Canadian police: none of our business, he was a piece of shit, good on u, have a good day :)