#sililoquy

[saturns-writings]

Brains: a soliloquy

My brain: (center stage) I can be your best friend or the biggest annoyance on the planet. If you are happy with life and love people and are a social butterfly then you can think of the brain as a good thing and/or forget that’s even though it’s still there. Well hello I do exist. I can be a very big annoyance when you have ptsd or other mental health issues. I am the perverbial scapegoat. You can’t control me. I am the fucking boss and I will choose who is well and who won’t be well. I am just a pain in the ass. You can go to Chechnya to sell me on the black market but that that won’t solve anything because I am in every one’s head. Do deal with me.

[rainstormraider]

She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?

- William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night

[sixtwentynineteennintytwo-blog]

Paisley Thoughts

[the-beattokeep]

Life, it’s all acting anyway. Some roles are nice, other not so nice. I played a mother. I played Juliet and Margareta. Then suddenly I played a widow or a grandmother. One role follows the other. The thing is not to shrink from them. But what became of it all? Can you tell me that, my boy? You’re a good boy to listen to your old mother’s soliloquies, as Isak calls them. Yes, you’re a good boy, Oscar… and I grieved terribly when you passed away. That was a strange role to play. My feelings came from deep in my body. Even though I could control them… they shattered reality, if you know what I mean. Reality has remained broken ever since… and, oddly enough, it feels more real that way. So I don’t bother to mend it. I just don’t care anymore if nothing makes sense. - Helena Ekdahl in Fanny and Alexander

[jess-to-the-ie]

"To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;"

Shakespeare,

[acupofpoetry]

This is the end scene of Withnail and I. Withnail is left at London zoo, reciting Hamlet to the wolves.

Soliloquy from Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2 by William Shakespeare

I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air—look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire—why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. No, nor woman neither.

[dullmagneticstorm]

When the guy you love is still broken

I wish you knew the depths of which my soul feels for you Maybe you could fall in love with how much I love you Is that possible? That smile haunts me I know the one you show me is real, but it’s not THE smile The one that says I’m so happy I can’t contain myself The one that holds all the naivety you’ve ever known and regrets nothing I’ve spent some of the best moments of my life with you And I still have yet to see that smile I don’t care who puts it there, whether it’s me or that pretty girl with purple hair we saw at the movies once Or even your ex(as hard as that is to say) I want to see your face light up like that just one time in my life

What really gets me is someone actually had the nerve Knowing full well that the innocent smile on your gorgeous face came only from her To throw that away Had the nerve to not only hurt you once But continue to stab and twist the knife into the same wound All the while knowing you would still bleed for her if she asked

That’s what hurts the most I could never do that to you If you love someone long enough, even when things get rough and you want out Hurting them will always kill you

It’s so illogical it makes me cry at the thought Just ask me about it in person I promise it will rain How could someone give away something so perfect Maybe not perfect to her But perfect for someone And continue to ruin a good man She’s running it for the girl that’s too shy Too self conscious to dream of Asking you out Running it for me For us I hate it

Love who you are and know that not everyone deserves a piece of you If it takes 9 days or 999,999 days I don’t care Because you know that on that 100,000th day I will still love you And I’ll still be waiting for that smile

[ablimpfallsfromacamera]

To pull an all nighter or not to pull an all nighter that is the question

Whether tis wiser for the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous theorums or to take arms against a plethora of math and by opposing it, to fail--to disappoint no more, and by fail I mean temporarily end the headache and the thousand statistical formulas that computer science is heir to. Tis a thought devoutly to be wished. To fail, to retake to retake--perchance to pass; ay there's the rub.

For in retaking, what professor may come When we have wasted that one retake given must give us pause. There's the respect given that makes calamity of so long a semester. For who would bear the whips and scorns of class Th' education system's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's complexity The insolence of study, and the spurns that the merit of the those who do not memorize take,

 ..... blah blah blah the rest of the sililoquy