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“your productivity isn’t an indication of your worth. if all you can do today is take one step, then take one step. if all you can do today is say one word, then keep your tongue holstered once you’ve spoken. if all you can do today is rest, then rest, freely, without guilt.”
— iambrillyant
"i have never regretted my silence, as for my speech I've regretted it many times."
"People Empty Me. I have to get a way to refill"
___Charles Bukowski.
May we marry men that genuinely love us.
iam talking politics with my best friend and like i live in germany and in my opinion politics is shit here
but we said a few things that i think explain a lot of political situations in the world:
The people who currently make the decisions are going to be dead when the consequences come.
History repeats itself until we learn from our mistakes.
You cant create something new with an old ideology.
people cant trust in a system that was created for another problem centuries ago beacuse it isnt the same world
iam talking politics with my best friend and like i live in germany and in my opinion politics is shit here
but we said a few things that i think explain a lot of political situations in the world:
The people who currently make the decisions are going to be dead when the consequences come.
History repeats itself until we learn from our mistakes.
You cant create something new with an old ideology.
people cant trust in a system that was created for another problem centuries ago beacuse it isnt the same world
THERE IS A REASON I SAID I'D BE HAPPY ALONE. IT WASNT BECAUS I THOUGHT I WOULD BE HAPPY ALONE. IT WAS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IF I LOVED SOMEONE AND THEN IT FELL APART. I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT. IT'S EASIER TO BE ALONE. BECAUSE WHAT IF YOU LEARN THAT YOU NEED LOVE? AND THEN YOU DONT HAVE IT. WHAT IF YOU LIKE IT? AND LEAN ON IT? WHAT IF YOU SHAPE YOUR LIFE AROUND IT? AND THEN IT FALLS APART? CAN YOU EVEN SURVIVE THAT KIND OF PAIN? LOOSING LOVE IS LIKE ORGAN DAMAGE. IT'S LIKE DYING. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS, DEATH ENDS. THIS? IT COULD GO ON FOREVER...
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TimKon
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Kon El: That cannot be. Why would I be the last? What do men know? Because they have seen no Kryptonians for a while does not mean that we have all vanished! We do not vanish! There has never been a time without Kryptonians. We live forever. We are as old as the sky, old as the moon. We can be hunted, trapped; we can even be killed if we leave our homes, but we do not vanish! ...Am I truly the last?
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Kon El: I can never regret. I can feel sorrow, but it's not the same thing.
Billy Batson: Where will you go now?
Kon El: I am looking for others like me. Have you seen them, magician.
Billy Batson: No, I've never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.
Kon El: A person told me of a Red Bull, who pushed all the other Kryptonians to the ends of the earth. And Klarion spoke of a King Jack Drake. So I'm going where they are, to learn whatever they know.
Billy Batson: Take me with you, for lucks, for laughs, for the unknown.
Kon El: You may come with me if you like, though I wish you'd asked for some other reward for having freed me.
Billy Batson: Well, I thought about it, but you could never have granted my true wish.
Kon El: No. I cannot turn you into something you are not. I cannot turn you into a true magician.
Billy Batson: That's all right, don't worry about it.
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Bart Allen (to Billy Batson): What have you done?
(Holds up the head of a human boy. A mark that looks like a star is on his forehead.)
Bart Allen: What have you done? What have you done!?
Billy Batson: The Red Bull came for a Kryptonian, so he had to become something else. The magic chose the shape, not I. I am a bearer! I am a dwelling! I am a messenger!
Bart Allen: You are an idiot! Do you hear me? You lost him! You trapped him in a human body! He'll go mad!
(Conner begins to stir. He wakes up, and tries to stand.)
Billy Batson: I can change him back. Don't worry about it. I-I can change him back.
Conner: What have you done to me?
Billy Batson: (to the Conner) You see, I couldn't think of anything else I could do to save you.
Conner: What have you done to me? I'm a Kryptonian! I'm a Kryptonian!
Conner: I wish you had let the Red Bull take me. I wish you had left me to the harpy! I can feel this body dying all around me!
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King Jack Drake: Who is he!?
Billy Batson: Oh, your majesty, the Sir Conner is my brother-
King Jack Drake: I want to know who he is!
Prince Tim: Father, what difference does it make? He's here!
King Jack Drake (looks at Tim): For once, you are right. He is here. They are all here. And whether they mean my doom or not, I will look at them for while. You may come and go as you please. My secrets guard themselves. Will yours do the same? (Walks off)
Prince Tim (to Conner): Say, I know where there's some cloth, fine satin. We could make a tunic.
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Conner: Bart? ...Who am I? Why am I here? What is it that I am seeking in this strange place, day after day? I-I knew a moment ago, but I-I have forgotten.
Bart Allen: The Kryptonians. If you are not the last...
Conner: Once, I can't remember, I was long ago, Someone strange, I was innocent and wise, And full of pain. Now that I'm a man, Everything is strange.
Conner: I must go to him. I must face the Bull again and discover what he has done with them, before I forget myself forever. But I don't know where to find him. And I'm lonely.
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(Conner, in his nightgown, comes down the other side of the steps, a mad and frightened look in his eyes.)
Prince Tim: Good evening, Sir Conner.
Conner: Who are you?
Prince Tim: I'm Tim. Don't you know me? I'm Tim.
Conner: Tim. Prince Tim.
Prince Tim: You were dreaming, Sir.
Conner: Well, I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake. It is never finished. I-I will not trouble you, my lord prince. (He begins to walk away hurriedly.)
Prince Tim: Trouble me! Please, trouble me! I would court you with more grace if I knew how. I wish you wanted something.
Conner: Drown out my dreams. Keep me from remembering - whatever wants me to remember it.
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Billy Batson: There's no choice. We have to go on.
Conner: (to Tim) Don't let him change me. The Red Bull has no care for human beings. Tim, we may walk out past him and get away.
Billy Batson: If we do that, all the Kryptonians in the world will remain prisoner forever except one, and he will grow old and die.
Conner: (to Tim) Everything dies. I want to die when you die. I'm no Kryptonian, no alien creature! I'm human, and I love you. Don't let him! Tim, I can not be with you when I am a Kryptonian.
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Kon El (voice only) I remember you. I remember.
(Tim sees him fly away from them.)
(Scene: A forest. Billy and Bart are with Tim.)
Prince Tim: I will miss you. I never had any friends before. (Hugs each one.)
Billy Batson: We will come back.
Prince Tim: I wish I could see him just once more, to - to tell him all that's in my heart. He will never know what I really meant to say.
Billy Batson: He will remember your heart when men are fairy tales in books written by rabbits. Of all Kryptonians, he is the only one who knows what regret is - and love.
(Tim gets on his horse and rides away.)
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Kon El: You are a true wizard now, as you always wished. Does it make you happy?
Billy Batson: Well, men don't always know when they're happy, but I-I think so. And you?
Kon El: I am a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others; for no Kryptonian was ever born who could regret. But now I do. I regret.
Billy Batson: I am sorry, I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.
Kon El: No. Kryptonians are in the world again. No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy - save one, and I thank you for that part too. Farewell, good magician. I will try to go home.
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Your soul knows. It will let you know when it's time to distance yourself from people who no longer align with you mentally, emotionally, physically, or energetically.
Obsession is not love, infatuation is not love, when someone ignores you or treats you poorly, carelessly, or with indifference that’s not love— that’s a lack of love, for yourself, for trying to fill your missing pieces with theirs but when someone is whole and you are whole and you act in kindness and benevolence, vulnerability through strength, love becomes an exchange with another person— and that is its truest form.
Even those we love the most can be a poison to our souls.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
-Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Look past the blinding light Just keep talking now, tell me your favorite things, tell me your favorite things.
Cigarettes in the theatre, tourist history, Two door cinema club, 2010
