Do it. Do one of the four things you want to do
Do one of the ten things you actually need to do
Stop doomscrolling for the love of the gods it’s been several hours.

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Do it. Do one of the four things you want to do
Do one of the ten things you actually need to do
Stop doomscrolling for the love of the gods it’s been several hours.
Hryhorii Skovoroda, "De Libertate" / "Alcar na lériёn"
(my translation of the first verse of "De Libertate" to Quenya. I used adaptation by Chorea Kozacky as source text)
Quenya version:
Mana lériё? Ma almё sesse?
"Lauriё se na", te anqueti;
Si ui naitё: maltan sestaina,
Malta na riё ospor luxoyё.
San alcar na leriёn! Alcar na leriёn!
(Rough) English translation:
What is freedom? What's good in it?
Someone says it's made of gold;
No, it is not: in comparision
Gold is nothing but chuff and mud.
So, glory to freedom! Glory to freedom!
Ukrainian text:
Що то за вольность? Добро в ній якеє?
Кажуть, немовби воно золотеє;
Ні, не златеє: коли сравнить, злото
Проти вольности полова й болото.
Тож де лібертате! Тож слався, свободо!
So the question of the evening is should I have a drink?
can’t believe i was so excited to write this scene all day and now i’m sitting at my laptop like “how too rite”
guess who’s writing another fanfiction..?
Me
It’s me because I have nothing else to do in my life so, fanfiction.
Idk what to do now bc I cant just go back to reading my mediocre YA novel after that masterpiece of a movie but also I have the house to myself and crawling into my room where I normally hide to play video games seems like a defeat
All these posts about "if you were offered $80/hr to work the graveyard shift at a cemetery, would you take the job" always make me laugh.
You mean to tell me that I can be active and productive at some of my best hours, surrounded only by people who will never talk to me, while drawing a ridiculously good paycheck?
Bitch, where do I sign?