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a self-indulgent bot for various quotes i find emotionally affecting (aka Things Rob @plounce.bsky.social Likes). this is inherently embarrassing be nice. sources doc: https://tinyurl.com/bdh9ab74 (replies are currently off!)

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 2m

He was ready to give up immortality and go home, he was ready to give up that fabled honor he was promised. Then he loses Patroclus. And with him goes the last of his compassion & humanity: he will be remembered for sheer, brutal, visceral anger that drives him back into battle.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 33m

I don't like making you angry or sad. I always seem to make you angry or sad. I don't mean to.
I know you don't. It's not your fault my life is filled with stuff that makes me angry and sad to talk about.
It's not fair.
You're telling me.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 1h

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Peepo

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 1h

If you had come to me sooner, even as late as a year ago, I would have given you everything…

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 2h

I better go. Grant needs me.
Grant can’t talk right now, because… he isn’t well. Listen. I’m doing everything I can for him.
When you see him, I think you’ll understand.
I couldn’t stay to meet with you in person. Grant… he couldn’t wait any longer. Why… he would leave me…

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 2h

Maybe we should’ve fallen in love. Or pretended to be. What was there to lose except a few hours of sleep. You needed me. But that wasn’t reason enough, and love is no charity, no tin cup and yellow pencils.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 3h

In the window, constellations of summer. I could name them, I had names for them: two different things.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 3h

Someday we'll both wake up for good. I will try hard not to scream.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 4h

Without the chip getting in the way, he could assess the scars. There’d been marks there, once, swoops of color. It looked like he’d scraped them off. Cut them away. Or maybe a medic had, while they were chipped. There’d been an effort made to wipe away signs of individuality.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 4h

You need the untranslatable. You need to loiter a little among the vague hushes, the clever evasions of the vagueness above the healthy energy of decay. Before your horror can be sweet. Or proper. Before your grief is other than discreet.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 5h

Those broken individuals, about whom so little is known and so much has been written.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 5h

But I like to think Kevin is Chiron’s 10. He’s found that and he realizes that there’s no reason to settle for a 6 or a 7 because, “I know this person is my 10. Whether or not this person believes I’m his 10, I’m going to devote my life to this person entirely.”

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 6h

You are missed more than you will know. I’ve cried every day since I received the news that you sailed to sea and did not return, but when I am done with my “crybaby parade” as you would say, I will wipe away my tears and instead smile because I know we will be reunited.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 7h

What’s the scientific word for it… weird magic?
That’s not the scientific term for it, but it’s cute.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 7h

Watanuki faltered, and Doumeki couldn't remember ever hearing him falter. Not when he was like this, a wish shop keeper in all his terrible power.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 8h

Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: “I love him. He’s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.”

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 8h

Someone used my card to buy a camera in California. $556 will get you almost nowhere. Maybe my card company just prevented a masterpiece or something sick and twisted, but I’ll never know for sure.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 9h

She didn’t finish her semi-delirious ramblings. Her head dropped back and she fell asleep. She had metamorphosed. Once pure and beautiful, she had spoken like a callous, uncaring pessimist, ready to bury anything tender in their past.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 9h

whether you should follow through on your predetermined destiny and die for what you believe in or if you should refuse to let them make you a martyr and walk away alive

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 10h

Blind your gravestone eyes on this!

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 11h

My insides are pink and raw, and it hurts me when I move my jaw. But I am taking tiny steps forward.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 11h

When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you that this story is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 12h

You do realize where I'm going, right? Or, rather, who I'm –
Yes.
He's never coming back. You do realize that, don't you?

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 12h

We are all usurpers of something – My sister usurps my sole life, and I yours. O my dear, how patiently you share in all these alien, foolish affairs. And yet, my hand is yours; you too must take it, usurp it – your own, and because of this also my own; take it, clasp it;

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 13h

I've overstayed my welcome.