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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 · 21m

Do you want to tell me what’s going on?
Nothing. Swear.
…
It’s not my place.
You’re my best friend in life, so let’s say for a second that it is.
I just – I want this to be right. For you and my brother.
And you don’t think it is?
I think – Please don’t make me say this.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 56m

How bad are you feeling?
I am in something close to agony but we can talk about that later. Hurry now.

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

Cry like Elizabeth Taylor out on the end of the quay… I fell in love with a sailor, a sailor in love with the sea.

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

blindfolded and pelted from all sides with fire, Jell-O and the occasional live animal

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

He was a savage Antinous.

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

Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don’t know I’ve stopped my ramblin’. They don’t know that someday, somewhere, somebody’s gonna make me settle down.

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

So I'll be the loser in this game. I'll be the bad guy in the play. I'll be the water main that's burst and flooding; you'll be by the window, only watching.

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

You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand.

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

There are people in this desert with many arms, all sharp. Like statues in the night, like a nightmare. The Saguaro. Elders of the Sonoran. Their arms reach for something only they can see.

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

But in between their trials, literal and figurative, they seem to make each other happy.

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

Your eyes are green, your hair is gold; your hair is black, your eyes are blue. I closed the ranks and I doubled back, but you know I hated to close the doggone door on you.

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

The tales of several bright and brave young people who each meet an unfortunate end and several less-bright, less-young people, including myself, who unfortunately survive to recount the events.

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

Jessica says that's the sanctity of ritual – a ceaselessness in how I look at every drop of rain before it touches ground, the way Jessica mouths my name in her sleep, eating each syllable like a minor god.

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

You think that you deserve to be locked away in a small, dark room, and I know exactly whose fault that is.
As much as I appreciate your anger on my behalf, it has not escaped my attention that you, too, seem to think that you deserve to be locked away in a small, dark room.

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

You are impossible!
I am entirely possible, old friend. That's rather the point, I think.

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

Someone to watch me die.

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

the interplay between the grand manner and the artless-conversational

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

My dear Doctor,
I often imagine what your first visit to Cardassia might be like. When first we met, I pictured us strolling through the capital, finding shade under the ancient trees. A pleasant fantasy, and one that sustained me considerably during the early years of my exile.

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

Hal and Dave, that’s a good one. Maybe we should take a trip to Jupiter.

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

Hector loved Andromache, but in the end he let her face slide from his mind. He came back to her sightless, strengthless, expressionless, asking only to be washed and burned, and his bones wrapped in soft cloth, and returned to the ground.

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

If peaches had arms, surely they would hold one another in their peach sleep. And if peaches could, they would sleep, with their dimpled head on the other’s, each to each. Like you and me. And sleep and sleep.

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

I know none of this will matter in the long run, but I know a sound is still a sound around no one, and while I'm in this body, I want somebody to want, and I want what I want and I want you to love me. You…

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

I’m not going to be the reason that you’re miserable.
I am miserable now.
Yeah, well, me too. That’s just how it works. You’re miserable for awhile, and then someday… you’re okay.
It does not get better for me. I feel more miserable every day.

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

The moment of your greatest joy sustains: not axe nor hammer, tumor, tremor, can take it away, and it remains. It remains.

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

As for me, everything I touch turns to ashes. I could never make anyone happy. … And now I’ll never see my son again. But at least Hal’s free from his father’s hands.

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