which one of you shits killed dad and took his monocle

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which one of you shits killed dad and took his monocle
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.
Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (1982)
Solitary house on one of the smaller Westmann Islands, Iceland
While on the ferry to Vestmanaeyjarr (Westman Islands) in Iceland, I got seasick, so I left the cabin and went onto the deck for fresh air. Luckily, I had my camera with me, and caught a shot of this solitary house on one of the smaller windswept islands in the area.
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You’ll think of something. Make me sound good, oh yeah?
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.”
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the worst emotional truama ive ever recieved in my life is in 2nd grade, i went to catholic school and i was really acting out that day because something my teacher did my made me blood boil, so i acted out and got to sit on a bench alone during recess
however, in defiance i ran to the slide and did the only thing i knew how to do when i was upset at someone and pissed my pants
my teacher was forced to clean up the unpacified rage that was my urination off the slide and of course my mom got called, when i got picked up by her later that day, she began to ask me if i still liked Hillary Duff, who was like my weird 2nd grader TV crush and i got all happy shaking my head like YEAH, YEAH I DO LIKE HILLARY DUFF IS SHE HERE
and thats when it struck, the peircing lance that struck my heart, and i will never forget these words my mother told me:
“Hillary Duff doesn’t like pee pee boys.”
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the songs like “scooby doo where r you” but he’s always right there. like the fucking dog is never hiding or missing or anything so what the hell
iiii’m goin back to 505……..if it’s a seven hour fliight or a forty-five minute driiiive…in my imagination you’re waiting, lyin on your side…..with your hands between your thighs……. *thirty seconds of slow melancholic guitar buildup*
BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY, IT SEEMS LIKE ONCE AGAIN YOU’VE HAD TO GREET ME WITH GOODBYE. I’M ALWAYS JUST ABOUT TO GO AND SPOIL A SURPRISE, TAKE MY HANDS OFF OF YOUR EYES TOO SOON. I’M GOING BACK TO 505 IF IT’S A SEVEN HOUR FLIGHT OR A FOURTY-FIVE MINUTE DRIVE. IN MY IMAGINATION YOU’RE WAITING LYING ON YOUR SIDE, WITH YOUR HANDS BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS AND A SMILE
i need to have a hard aka mature conversation soon but before that im also planning on doing something stupid and immature so im just asking god that i can manage both seamlessly @god please come thru
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Krum attacked Fleur, who responded with “Sacré bleu!” This exclamation is a phrase with many possible meanings and connotations. Literally, it translates to ‘sacred blue’, a phrase which does not appear to make much literal sense, and might lead an earwitness to suspect that the speaker is invoking some kind of nefarious coded phrase. The French invented it as a way to swear without invoking the name of God, as ‘bleu’ and ‘Dieu’ are similar sounding words, such as ‘look’ and ‘book’, or ‘code’ and ‘forebode’, or even ‘last breath’ and ‘painful death’.
This history, while fascinating, is not in fact relevant to this situation. For I, dear reader, happen to be privy to exactly what the young Miss Delacour meant when she exclaimed “Sacré bleu!”, thanks to a chance interview in a crowded fish statue three years after the fact. And so “Sacré bleu” in fact here means ‘oh fucking shit’.