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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 · 1m

I was trying to tell him about my job here, about my family and interests, and he was like “I know I know, Cecil, we’re in love. You and I are in love. You just don’t remember it.” I told him, “You’re cute, but this is our first date, so let’s take this slow.” Then he looked sad.

emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · 32m

I ask you to please believe me when I tell you that you are beautiful and intelligent, and I have been more fond of you than I should be for longer than I care to admit. I share secrets with you that I have never told anyone, because I knew you would not use them against me.

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

Set the table those three extra places: one for me, one for your doubts, and one for God.

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

Sometimes those who are carried off by fairies are allowed, after many years – seven usually – a final glimpse of their friends.

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

That's how you think this works? You think you can shuffle in and out of my way however you fucking want, and I'll just hold the door open for you?

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

I’m not an idiot. Look, my – my parents were divorced. I know that messes up a kid. You gotta know I wouldn’t do anything to… I’m not, like, a homewrecker.
Oh, I know that. That’s not what I’m worried about.
Then what –
I’m worried about you, moron.

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

I wonder if it was something that has something to do with something. That something being our case. The last something, I mean.
Something like that.

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

Then I tell Mama that her youngest child is a dyke. Took me 3 days to get up the nerve. And all she says is, “Well, as long as you’re happy it’s alright with me.” How anticlimactic. I’ve been building it up for 8 years and that’s it. Not even one tear or yell or look of shock.

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

With reference to love letters, Roland Barthes summarized their key message as being: “I’ve got nothing to say to you, but it’s to you I want to say this nothing.”

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

Then they made you wound the water once again, and yet again, till the steam was boiling fog and the water cried for mercy. And when you sliced a single shade into thirty thousand shadows, then they knew that you were ready, then they called you subtle one.

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

I do love you so much. It’s never worn off. It’s never gone away. It just stays curled around my heart.
You make it sound like an internal parasite.
All right, I won’t try to be poetic.

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

You look good.
I got punched through a lake and set on fire. Half my uniform is burnt off.
That’s always been a good look for you.

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

I could understand a person if he said to go away! I could understand a person if he happened to be gay!

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

She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
If it proves so, then loving goes by haps: some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

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

I was in the process of trying to bury the good young me who had been under assault for a while, and when you’ve been under assault for a while, there’s an unfortunate tendency you can gain to join in the spirit of your attackers.

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

A boy like that wants one thing only, and when he's done, he'll leave you lonely!

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

In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.

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

I’m good. I’m there. I’m your warm body, your steady “yes.”

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

They don’t get why illness matters, why healthcare matters, why systems that fail are more than just “a sign of the times” or evidence of “bad governance.”

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

Am I the best? Or just the first person to say yes?

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

I hope that this package reaches you safely, and that you are safe when it reaches you, and that I will be safe in making sure this package will reach you in safety, in a safe manner, and in a safe.

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

The fact that I can control my anger doesn’t make me weak – sometimes it even makes me strong.

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

You were told that it was shameful. And part of you believed it. Thomas was my husband. I loved him, and he loved me. But, what he shared with you… it was entirely something else. It's time you allowed yourself to accept that.

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

Long Day’s Journey Into Night’s intensely personal nature affords the play its stature in American theater history. This stature has to do with the deepest kind of emotional suffering, accompanied by the recognition and understanding of that suffering by the sufferer.

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

The helmet will survive, which will make Damasos’ death ‘real’ again, though the passage also points to the passage of time as a way of forgetting the past. Without poetry, no one will remember Damasos’ name, a point also made in the Iliad itself.