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goodreadss: ““We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”” —…

goodreadss:

““We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.””

— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Mother Night

(via goodreadss)

“Existentialism is nothing else but an attempt to draw the full conclusions from a consistently…”

“Existentialism is nothing else but an attempt to draw the full conclusions from a consistently atheistic position… Existentialism is not atheist in the sense that it would exhaust itself in demonstrations of the non-existence of God. It declares, rather, that even if God existed that would make no difference from its point of view.”

Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism (via philosophybits)

sailortwift: Sandra Oh using her entire speech at the Time 100…

sailortwift:
Sandra Oh using her entire speech at the Time 100 Gala to praise Beyonce is the women of color solidarity I need AND deserve thank you very much

Fanfiction – Something Beautiful

kalendraashtar:

Thank you for the lovely feedback on Part I! Holding you all against my heart. I recommend to listen to the song mentioned in the chapter, if you can. X

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Part I

Something Beautiful

Part II – Eat the Sky

Feeling slightly guilty that I had spent the majority of my
afternoon using Jamie’s big flat telly to watch movies with Noah Centineo (the
boy was barely legal, but such a sweetheart), I vacuumed his living room
before I head back home to change for dinner (mostly to hide away the crumbs of the pricy chocolate cookies I had
eaten from his cabinet
). He was still asleep when I left, but I knew he
could shower and get dressed quicker than I could say “Wayne went to Wales to watch walruses” – he had a lot of practice
with his job in being expeditious.

While royalty wasn’t indeed expected for dinner, Geillis had a much-deserved
reputation of throwing lavish dinner parties; with her wedding just around the
corner, I wasn’t counting on her dialling it down. With that in mind, I opted
for a form-fitting midi dress in light blue lace, paired with a pair of
high-heeled sandals that I could actually bear for more than five minutes.

When I was ready, I grabbed my indigo handbag and trotted to Jamie’s
house, inhaling the balmy hair of a rare Scottish day that whispered of summer.
He was standing on the porch, his hair mimicking the perfect sundown in the
light of coming dusk, his face rotated to look at the sea on the horizon.

“Had a nice nap, Duck?” I chirped, carefully climbing the stairs to
avoid getting stuck on the old boards with my heels.

He turned his neck to glance at me and the corners of his lips
trembled. “That is not jeans and a
sweater, Sassenach.” Jamie hawked slightly, as if his throat was painfully
scratchy. “At least ye combed yer hair, I guess. Those small victories to be
grateful for.”

I scowled and swatted him on his powerful arm – he had the decency
of pretending that it hurt. “Maybe we should take something for the hosts. A
bottle of whisky? Or some fruit?”

“I’m already takin’ my charming presence.” Jamie rolled his eyes in
exasperation and shrugged. “If I ken Geillis, she’ll have enough food to feed
one or two small countries for a week. Let’s get going, Sassenach.”

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