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It was a small, gentle cruelty of life that most people with a true sense of purpose lack the talent to achieve it. The people with talent are far more likely directionless, an odd but unavoidable irony. (In Atlas Blakely’s experience, the best method for ruining someone’s life is to give them exactly what they want and then politely get out of their way.)
condom broke, or maybe there was no condom. The point is there are no villains in this story, or maybe there are no heroes.
(What he hadn’t realized was that a person had saved him, because people, they wrote the books, the books themselves were just the tethers, the lifelines that dragged him back.
When an ecosystem dies, nature makes a new one. Don’t you get it? The world doesn’t end. Only we do.
I shouldn’t have asked for power when what I really wanted was meaning.
The problem is also money, and most definitely capitalism. The problem is stolen knowledge! The problem is colonialism! The problem is institutional religion! The problem is corporate greed! The problem is entire populations forgoing equitable labor for the fleeting high of cheap consumer goods! The problem is generational! The problem is historical!
I just got chills!!! Talk murder to me you cheeky minx
Obsesse
“Do you ever wonder if maybe it’s supposed to be us?” It felt inevitable, that moment. That question. Like every alternate path still led them here. Like somewhere innate, they both knew they’d spent lifetimes dancing around the gravitational pull of the obvious. “Yes,” Nico said. “I do.”
You’re in every world I exist in, your fate is my fate, either you follow me or I follow you, it doesn’t matter which and I don’t care. If that’s not love then maybe I don’t understand love, and that’s fine with me—it doesn’t make me angry to know I’m actually an idiot after all. And if it’s not enough for you, then okay, it’s not enough. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m willing to give it. What you’re willing to accept doesn’t change what I’m willing to give.”
The horror of knowing what it meant to be a soulmate. Not quite as romantic as the stories made it seem.
This is the problem with knowledge: its inexhaustible craving.
