8, 20, 28, and 61 for the ask game <3
tv shows. i’ve seen like no movies it’s so bad. i would love some recommendations if anyone has any 🙏
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?
notebook, post-it notes, and/or index cards!! i don’t feel connected to my words and have a hard time remembering what i’ve written unless i write by hand. i love index cards because they allow me to play with the order of sentences and juxtaposition of ideas while sustaining a broader focus, which i have difficulty doing when writing in a word processor.
61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?
another fun but difficult question. i'm going to tweak it a little to make it easier for me to answer, and instead offer a few thematically potent lines from my favorite show and book series that i feel illuminate eachother together quite nicely :)<3
Life is not knights on horseback. It's a number on a piece of paper a fight for a knife in the mud.
There's just people in rooms trying to be happy.
Do you know who the sin-cake eater was? He’d come to the funeral, and he’d eat the little cakes they laid out on the corpse. He ate up all the sins, and you know what? The sin-cake eater was well paid, and so long as there was another one who came along when he died, everything worked out.
I can say it happened if it didn’t, you can say it didn’t if it did. It’s essentially irrelevant what we actually do? / Except. It does, for some reason, matter.
He found solace in the other: in the meagerness of things, in the baseness of metal, in the few hours of the day...he fed a certain meagerness in men. He needed to perhaps, because he had a meagerness about him; and maybe I do about me too, I don't know. I try. I try...I don't know when, but some time he decided not to try. He let himself off. Decided nothing applied. He let himself go and it is a terrible shame.“
Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?
It all goes back and back, Tyrion thought, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads.
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
Seven, Brienne thought again, despairing. She had no chance against seven, she knew. No chance, and no choice. She stepped out into the rain, Oathkeeper in hand.