Under A Pale Cold Sky

René Magritte, The Banquet, 1957

10 Things I hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

Never had a parasocial relationship in my life I know everyone

Happy low opacity elrond day to all who celebrate it

The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.

― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

what do you do when you’re new?

do you shout into the abyss that looks back at you

pray to the echoes that reaffirm or rend

do you waver on the precipice of the yellow wood

facing a forsaken nature or a fresh stamp of selfhood

lieder for the hidden paths that run

from the springs to the sea

really looking forward to shouting into this particular void as all my other ones are currently undergoing maintenance

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons