#great thought

[satellitespinner]

so the next chapters of ey will consist of cat getting her ass beat, ellie and reader have make up sex, readers brother will fully support, and they live happily ever after right!?….right?

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[enigmatist17]

I saw this post by @persaloodles and was caught off guard.

Art was made for it as well.

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He had always liked the mashed potatoes.

Most of his men hadn't, but that always meant more for him, right?

Right.

His entire tray is just...mashed potatoes, but it's alright. Sure, some dust from the trembling ceiling had begun to land in the soft food he ate bite by bite, but that was alright. The loud klaxons going off were ignored as he finished his drink, the last of a bottle of spotchka that someone had given him what seemed like eons ago, and the glass breaks when he drops it onto the floor.

It's alright.

He can hear running as some poor souls still left in the now crumbling Tipoca City ran past him, and someone skidded to a halt before running back his way.

"Come on, we have to go!" The voice sounds like a child's, and he just calmly waves his hand.

"Go, get out of here." A voice that had once commanded thousands of soldiers was wavering and scratchy, and he can hear the child make a noise of surprise.

"But you'll die!" She pleads, and he can hear someone else run over to grab the child, who immediately begins to protest. "Please, come with us! Hunter, make him come with us!"

"Get her out of here, keep her safe." He doesn't turn around, and this Hunter doesn't press as he starts to run with the child in his arms.

"Hunter we can't leave him!"

"I'm sorry Omega, he's made his choice, and we can't change it."

The building creaks as the supports begin to buckle under the unrelenting barrage of fire from ships high above the atmosphere. He doesn't hear the child for much longer after that, and with a trembling hand pulls out a small holopic from underneath his chest plate. The tears that have been trailing down his face for the past hour begin to dot the picture, warbling the smile of the blue Twi'lek staring up at him. He remembers posing with her on Felucia, and can almost feel her arms envelop him in a hug as he smiles through the tears.

"Don't worry Aayla...I'll be there soon."

Bly closes his eyes with a smile as there is one last ominous creak, and then...it's finally over.

I've been waiting for you, my love.

I'm sorry....

Hush now, no more tears. It's time for you to come home, we've all been waiting for you.

[lisalou22]

[grush91]

The biggest self-torturing device I see around me are people having obsessive bad thoughts. Whenever you make a mistake or something bad happens, you start obsessing about it over and over in your mind in this private internal freak-out. But think about it this way. If you saw some parent relentlessly picking on their kid in the same way you pick on yourself whenever everything's not perfect in your life, you would probably feel really fucking afraid for that kid.

"Pullman, WA" - Young Jean Lee

[harrypotterhousequotes]

RAVENCLAW: “There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art… The truth of art keeps science from becoming inhuman, and the truth of science keeps art from becoming ridiculous.” –Raymond Chandler (Great Thought)

[livwell-forever]

[mahosniaj]

Live for the better future is what I thought

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But better Live for the Present itself