Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
Skinny Little Nobody: acciodean: okay so I watch little bear regularly and Little Bear...
okay so I watch little bear regularly and
Little Bear desperately climbed the tree, anxious gaze scanning the forest for Cat. He could only hope he lost the sly predator. Though the others were reluctant at best - Little Bear’s heart broke for Duck - Cat had taken taken to the Hunger Games readily. The vicious joy Cat took as he clawed at Owl terrified Little Bear, and he’d run without a though as to where he was going. Night was falling, now, and it was getting cold, but the sadistic euphoria in the eyes of his former friend kept Little Bear from seeking warmer shelter.
Branches crunched below and Little Bear tensed, too afraid to do so much as breathe. Softly, a voice followed - “Little Bear?” came the feminine lilt. His heart soared. Duck! He leaned over to get a clear view of her and froze. Behind her stood Cat, silently stalking the innocent duck. Little Bear wanted to call out, to warn her, but his voice died in his throat as the predator purred, “Hello, Duck.” She turned around and squawked as he pounced. Pearly white teeth stained red as he tore into her throat, her desperate cries for help silenced.
A violent rage bubbled up in Little Bear as he watched the life drain from Duck’s eyes. A strangled cry of fury escaped him as he lept from the tree, crashing into Cat. The two rolled to a stop, Little Bear pinning Cat to the ground. “Little Bear, please” Cat began, voice shaking with fear. Excitement flit through him as his powerful paws came down to snap Cat’s neck. Panting, Little Bear tore himself away, the full reality of what he’d just done settling on him. He stared in horror as two canons fired.
So, this is pretty great.
Blushing, the Idiot rose to his feet. He removed, with respect, his battered gray tam and stared down at his boots. “Logic only gives man what he needs,” he stammered. “Magic gives him what he wants.
In your whole life nobody has ever abused you more than you have abused yourself. And the limit to your self-abuse is exactly the limit that you will tolerate from someone else. If someone abuses you a little more than you abuse yourself, you will probably walk away from that person. But if someone abuses you a little less than you abuse yourself, you will probably stay in the relationship and tolerate it endlessly.
He came to New York infrequently, perhaps two or three times a year, and hurried directly from the train to see her. She was always pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.
A really fun interview with poet Dorothy Parker!
…Mrs. Parker, who was a small woman, her voice gentle, her tone often apologetic, but occasionally, given the opportunity to comment on matters she felt strongly about, she spoke almost harshly, and her sentences were punctuated with observations phrased with lethal force.
- Interview by Marion Capron
Your books have given me wisdom. I know that I am more than all of you. You are walking down the wrong road. The lies you take for the truth, the ugliness you take for beauty…you have exchanged sky for earth. I do not want to understand you.
Anton Chekhov - The Wager
Translated by yours truly.
You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.
As far back as I can remember - and I remember myself with lawless lucidity - I have been my own accomplice, who knows too much, and therefore is dangerous.
