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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.
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He knew he was being ungrateful, but he couldn't help it; kindness was too much for him to bear right now.
November 29, 2025 at 12:54 PM
He knew he was being ungrateful, but he couldn't help it; kindness was too much for him to bear right now.
He is the one who leaves, by refusing to leave.
November 29, 2025 at 12:21 PM
He is the one who leaves, by refusing to leave.
You are very, very young. You are learning how to live.
November 29, 2025 at 11:48 AM
You are very, very young. You are learning how to live.
WHAT RESEMBLES THE GRAVE BUT ISN’T
Falling into a hole, saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole, falling into a hole again, saying “this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one,
Falling into a hole, saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole, falling into a hole again, saying “this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one,
November 29, 2025 at 11:16 AM
WHAT RESEMBLES THE GRAVE BUT ISN’T
Falling into a hole, saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole, falling into a hole again, saying “this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one,
Falling into a hole, saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole, falling into a hole again, saying “this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one,
The words hung suspended in the air for a moment. He went completely white, and looked at him with impossibly huge eyes like he was sixteen again. His mouth was open in a wordless 'O' of shock. He looked like he had just been slapped.
November 29, 2025 at 10:43 AM
The words hung suspended in the air for a moment. He went completely white, and looked at him with impossibly huge eyes like he was sixteen again. His mouth was open in a wordless 'O' of shock. He looked like he had just been slapped.
When he faces Hector, his ruthlessness is an exact reminder of that side of him, of the divinity that is half of who he is – that gods can only be gods if they are also capable of greed and cruelty and pettiness.
November 29, 2025 at 10:12 AM
When he faces Hector, his ruthlessness is an exact reminder of that side of him, of the divinity that is half of who he is – that gods can only be gods if they are also capable of greed and cruelty and pettiness.
“Thank you for removing the glass,” Star says. Julio thinks of the stray dog that he found once with a thorn stuck in her foot. He’d carried her back to camp and removed the thorn, gave her water. Then he’d sent her on her way, never to be seen again. “I will leave you alone.”
November 29, 2025 at 9:35 AM
“Thank you for removing the glass,” Star says. Julio thinks of the stray dog that he found once with a thorn stuck in her foot. He’d carried her back to camp and removed the thorn, gave her water. Then he’d sent her on her way, never to be seen again. “I will leave you alone.”
A surge of something sick and cold in the gut, an anger so deep it bordered on mania, threatened to bubble up as a laugh.
November 29, 2025 at 9:05 AM
A surge of something sick and cold in the gut, an anger so deep it bordered on mania, threatened to bubble up as a laugh.
I wished so badly that I had not gone out. I should have known better. I should have! I could not imagine what dying must have felt like for her. I had no idea whether it mattered to her that she had been alone at the exact moment she died. But I thought maybe it did matter.
November 29, 2025 at 8:34 AM
I wished so badly that I had not gone out. I should have known better. I should have! I could not imagine what dying must have felt like for her. I had no idea whether it mattered to her that she had been alone at the exact moment she died. But I thought maybe it did matter.
The rare and immediate light of Apollo, with one hand, stopped Patroclus. Like moonlight, or the light of a bonfire burning on the cliffs – when sailors get blown along, homesick, over the sea, they notice that far-off fire, and think of their wives.
November 29, 2025 at 8:03 AM
The rare and immediate light of Apollo, with one hand, stopped Patroclus. Like moonlight, or the light of a bonfire burning on the cliffs – when sailors get blown along, homesick, over the sea, they notice that far-off fire, and think of their wives.
This song is for the people who tell their families that they’re sorry for things they can’t and won’t feel sorry for.
November 29, 2025 at 7:28 AM
This song is for the people who tell their families that they’re sorry for things they can’t and won’t feel sorry for.
I'm gonna bribe the officials! I'm gonna kiII all the judges! It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage!
November 29, 2025 at 6:53 AM
I'm gonna bribe the officials! I'm gonna kiII all the judges! It's gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage!
Someone using hand and thigh to spin will be invisible to the archaeological record, while someone using a large stone spindle whorl will not. The same is true of looms: the more complex and permanent they are, the more traces they leave behind.
November 29, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Someone using hand and thigh to spin will be invisible to the archaeological record, while someone using a large stone spindle whorl will not. The same is true of looms: the more complex and permanent they are, the more traces they leave behind.
A few grains of sand rustled down Mommy Fortuna’s cheek as she stared at the unicorn. All witches weep like that.
November 29, 2025 at 5:48 AM
A few grains of sand rustled down Mommy Fortuna’s cheek as she stared at the unicorn. All witches weep like that.
I am easy, easy to keep. Honey, you please me even in your sleep.
November 29, 2025 at 5:15 AM
I am easy, easy to keep. Honey, you please me even in your sleep.
Once I was face-to-face with a great snowy owl. As it happened I said to myself this will never happen again. Such a sad reaction! The bird flew off before I could have any other.
November 29, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Once I was face-to-face with a great snowy owl. As it happened I said to myself this will never happen again. Such a sad reaction! The bird flew off before I could have any other.
We all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.
November 29, 2025 at 4:13 AM
We all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.
When I die, it will be by disappearing mysteriously in the middle of a magic act!
November 29, 2025 at 3:40 AM
When I die, it will be by disappearing mysteriously in the middle of a magic act!
Glados is introduced as a computerized preprogrammed voice because that’s what the audience is familiar and comfortable with. It’s when she starts acting human and emotional that the audience realizes “oh no, she’s alive” and she becomes threatening.
November 29, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Glados is introduced as a computerized preprogrammed voice because that’s what the audience is familiar and comfortable with. It’s when she starts acting human and emotional that the audience realizes “oh no, she’s alive” and she becomes threatening.
That's not music you hear, that's the devil. That's not the sun up in the sky, it's a human heart.
November 29, 2025 at 2:38 AM
That's not music you hear, that's the devil. That's not the sun up in the sky, it's a human heart.
There is a long road between grateful and happy.
November 29, 2025 at 2:03 AM
There is a long road between grateful and happy.
I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore.
November 29, 2025 at 1:33 AM
I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore.
Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort of horse he had growing up. He said, ‘Just a horse. My horse,’ with such a tenderness it rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. I have always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers.
November 29, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort of horse he had growing up. He said, ‘Just a horse. My horse,’ with such a tenderness it rubbed the bones in the ribs all wrong. I have always been too sensitive, a weeper from a long line of weepers.
His traumas and symptoms are legitimized by being very real curses, magic, and degrading logic of reality. But none of his coping mechanisms are enabled. Recovery is the right response, since while the source is compellingly real, the only way forward is with love and self-worth.
November 29, 2025 at 12:32 AM
His traumas and symptoms are legitimized by being very real curses, magic, and degrading logic of reality. But none of his coping mechanisms are enabled. Recovery is the right response, since while the source is compellingly real, the only way forward is with love and self-worth.
And life goes on and on anon, and death goes on, world without end, and you're not my friend…
November 29, 2025 at 12:00 AM
And life goes on and on anon, and death goes on, world without end, and you're not my friend…