Hurricane of synonyms

Just a rain of thoughts and words from a far off land (my mind)

[rosegardeninwinter]

no Katniss this literally is what you should have said

Peeta “notoriously hates being left out of the loop” Mellark would not have minded

[wistfulweaverwoman]

yeah girl, remember how well he took the whole "act" thing when he found out?

[wistfulweaverwoman]

Haymitch should've taken the note here and let Peeta in on the whole rebellion thing.

Hmmm. Might put that in a fic.

[rosegardeninwinter]

now I’m imagining that meme with the two books, one big and one really small: “The Hunger Games” and then “The Hunger Games if anyone let Peeta in on literally any of their plans”

[imsobadatnicknames2]

The fact that there's an actually functional website for the library of Babel is one of those things that fucks me up more and more the more I think about the implications.

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

I dream of ballgowns and tiaras and fields of flowers.

I would turn around and laugh in slow motion as the sun sets behind me and the last golden rays reflect perfectly on my brown hair.

I dream of great feasts in elaborate halls, of catching someone’s eyes on the other side of the room and of hiding away in a grand library, still wearing my golden dress.

I dream of elegance and passion and of night strolls through the garden when it is getting chilly outside and the cool breeze makes me shiver involuntarily.

You would give me your coat and I would wear it. Looking up at the stars, I say, “isn’t it breath-taking”.

“Yes,” you say,

only looking at me.

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

No one could look at us

And think we're walking down wise roads

No one could hear our story

Without rooting for our foes

A future with no future

And a present lived in fear

They'd say it's all too tragic

They wouldn't waste a tear

But both of us are young

And I've been too careful

Stopped too much

They say life is worth a risk

And the thrill is in your touch

I'd be smart to walk away

And I'll curse myself for this

I've been smart for way too long

So come and curse me with a kiss

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

I'll keep on writing lines

That lead me nowhere

And I'll keep singing songs

Down endless roads

Hold onto dreams

That never can be

Til you stop dreaming

Someday they could

How do I keep falling

Down doomed and dangerous fates

I hear an echo calling

That I won't reciprocate

The trying tired trials

Of life have thrown me off

But I found myself returning

When I thought that I was lost

I'll keep on writing lines

That lead me nowhere

And I'll keep singing songs

Down endless roads

Hold onto dreams

That never can be

Til you stop dreaming

Someday they could

I kept watching as the sailors

Bravely took on wilder seas

Thinking one day I would take off

As my destiny reveals

I'm not a child and yet my feet

Are still securely on the shore

I feel I'm frozen to my seat

And the sailors are no more

I'll keep on writing lines

That lead me nowhere

And I'll keep singing songs

Down endless roads

Hold onto dreams

That never can be

Til you stop dreaming

Someday they could

So when you handed me a life line

Unlikely as it came

That's when I jumped in for the first time

And now I'll never be the same

I'll keep on writing lines

That lead me nowhere

And I'll keep singing songs

Down endless roads

Hold onto dreams

That never can be

Til you stop dreaming

Someday they could

I might be worlds away from finding

Or close enough to touch

Maybe fate was never binding

Or maybe this is what it was

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

There is only now There is only tonight The past was tonight And tomorrow is tonight

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

The future and the past You and me This tree and wallstreet

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

"maar wie heeft ooit troost gevonden in de gedachte dat zijn lot door velen wordt gedeeld?"

- Simone de Beauvoir in De jaren des onderscheids

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

"Als je verdriet hebt, kun je huilen. Maar het ongeduldige verlangen naar vreugde, dat valt niet zo gemakkelijk te bezweren."

- Simone de Beauvoir in De jaren des onderscheids

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

"hij verdwijnt, de straat lijkt leeg, maar in werkelijkheid is het een krachtveld dat hem naar mij zal terugdrijven als naar de plaats waar hij thuishoort;

die zekerheid ontroert me nog meer dan zijn aanwezigheid"

- Simone de Beauvoir in De jaren des onderscheids

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

Knight in shining armor

Look, I don't want to hurt you

But I never really learned

How to deal with so much love

And I don't know who else to turn to

When the broken mess inside

Finds its way out of the dark

You're supportive

And attentive

While I'm borderline

Aggressive

You're the knight in shining armor

But I don't think you understand

I'm the dragon that you came for

And the damsel in distress

[bakwaaas]

someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

The pain of losing something that could've been

Is a whole new kind of heartbreak

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

"Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister."

- Jon Snow (A Game of Thrones, George R.R. Martin)

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

"Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact"

- Claire Randall Beauchamp in Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

I will fall and you won't catch me

I know how this will end

I've been here oft before

I know right where we stand

And I'm the one to fall

I know I care too much

I know I always do

So don't think you're special, just

Know I'll be saving you

And when you've won the fight

And you've recovered then

Once I've given up my life

You'll be on your feet again

Please know it's not resentment

You're not the one to blame

But once I become dependent

You wouldn't do the same

[rainofthoughtsandwords]

'Het rook naar vochtig linnen, verdrogende inkt en eindeloos heimwee, als in alle postkantoren, maar nu was het of hij het voor het eerst rook.'

- W.F. Hermans in De donkere kamer van Damokles