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listen its about the last unicorn being fundamentally no different from the harpy and feeling more compassion for her than she does the trapped animals or the humans trapped by circumstance. it's about haggard grabbing the unicorn only once she has become human enough for him to drag her down and realise her eyes are empty. it's about schmendrick and the magic that lives in him more than he wields it, it's about "never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention" while walking slowly from an unspeakable horror devouring an old woman, it's about "how dare you come to me now, when I am this?". it's about the unicorns staying in the water until they can't anymore, until the castle crumbles and the one unicorn who is different from the others now - she lowers her horn and she digs her hooves in and she stands her ground for a dear, dead boy. it's about the trade of immortality between schmendrick and the unicorn, it's about stories needing to be told, it's about lir loving the unicorn enough to know that she cannot stay with him, and to let her would be to do her a disservice.
it's about "your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. i would tear myself to pieces to call you once by your name." it's about regret.
(it's also about little 5 year old me renting the movie from the library whenever i could and watching it on loop for hours. it's about just how much this story has shaped me and my understanding of storytelling.)
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SEVERANCE HIVE WE BACK UP
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thought you guys might appreciate this statue of Satan that lives in a place on the island called Devil’s Hole
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Two-thirds through a re-read of Piranesi, driving in the evening, and having that experience that can happen to you while reading a Susanna Clarke novel: the clouds look more cloud-y. The rain looks more rain-like. A flock of birds wheeling through a grey sky makes your breath catch. The writing appears on the world.
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It is my belief that the World (or, if you will, the House, since the two are for all practical purposes identical) wishes an Inhabitant for Itself to be a witness to its Beauty and the recipient of its Mercies.
mutuals as books I love: @therefugeofbooks as Piranesi
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me when i have to work to make money & live
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Surely I will not regret staying up till 130am watching Dead Mall walkthroughs of places I used to go as a teen.
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Customer-facing introvert
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This meeting could have been a fresh autumn pear
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Could it be “roam her, gem her?”  - Liz Lemon
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So do it anyway.
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happy april 22nd ✌️
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I think it would be fun if from time to time there were apparitions of the hideous negative of celebrities that appeared and then just vanished without a trace. Like one day you turn on the TV and there’s a singer named Taylor Slow, whose music is all screeching noise and clanging discordant bells played at ear splitting volume, and then the TV flickers and the image vanishes and now it’s just a commercial for car insurance. Or you’re browsing TikTok and you see what looks at first like a Jamie Oliver clip, but his accent is a little off and his name is Olivier now for some reason, and he’s just hacking up chunks of unidentifiable flesh with a cleaver—did that one have a face?—and when you go to show someone the clip you can’t find it again. Or you’re listening to NPR and Peter Sagal introduces the guest in this week’s Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, except everyone is calling him Pete for some reason. Oh, and the guest keeps sobbing and begging to be let go, they swear they won’t tell anybody, please just don’t hurt them, but every time they say anything Pete just laughs like it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard.
Just goofy lil things like that. To keep life interesting.
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