I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you
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When I suddenly remembered that Rust Cohle spent almost his entire childhood raised by his father in Alaska and now the fourth season of True Detective is set in Alaska.
And that his father's name is Travis...
And that Cohle said, "He had a lot of strange ideas..."
...That is straight up Rust's Daddeh.
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I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody. I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction. One last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
Rust Cohle, True Detective S1 E1
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I've said this all before but I just go crazy every time this scene comes on and it's in the first ten minutes of the whole show who allowed this to happen, I--
first of all: Nix is just waiting there for Dick and there's no introduction, no greetings, just straight into boring, best friend banter that establishes for the audience that oh! these two have rapport! they know each other enough to joke! and the conversation keeps going, quips about happy hour and civilized places for civilized men and then they pull this shit--
"Should've been born earlier, Nix." // "And what? Give up all this?"
what the fuck, what the fuck--
this fucking look, man, like. you can already tell from the conversation they just had that lewis might be someone who never takes things seriously, who uses jokes to protect himself and has this reputation of being nonchalant about everything (despite feeling so so much, as we'll learn later on), and so at first we think that this is a joke and it is a joke! but then dick turns around and gives him that look and lewis' sardonic expression falls and there's this silent exchange and you get this feeling that dick knows that even jokes are half meant and this one, especially, has an undercurrent of truth in it so goddamn heavy that it hits hard enough for dick to turn around and smirk at nix--
--because for once, he's managed to pull the god damn honest truth and then you think, what am i missing, really? what is nix actually saying? and you realize--
he is saying; "no, i'd rather go to war than not know you."
he is saying; "i wouldn't wanna miss out on you."
he is saying; "even if i were born earlier, even if i didn't get to know you, i'd still miss you."
and he didn't fucking mean to!!! look at his face!!!!!!!
he didn't mean to say it!!!! he didn't mean to bear that much of his soul!!!!! look at him!! he's Afraid!! he's Embarrassed!! but he can't turn away fast enough, he can't take it back, because dick is Looking At Him Like That!!
quit looking at him like that, dick, it's like you're in love with him-- and maybe he is. because he read through the lines and he chose nix, in the end. instead of walking away, like he'd might've been planning to do, he walks back and takes a seat and listens as his boybestfriend tells him; "We'll go to Chicago, I'll take you there."
before turning to watch nix light up his cigarette, puff up some smoke and memorize everything he can about him. scanning his profile, and staring at his lips, dick wonders if maybe he'll one day come to love the flavor of nicotine, so long as his first taste of it came from lewis' mouth.
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it’s so cool how much u can tell about someone’s personality based on their favorite lost character. for example, if they like ben linus they are transmasc and on psych meds
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