“All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naive. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to be born with: that I am nobody but myself.”—Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (via acoustic-funeral)
I love it. I freaking LOVE it. LOVE it as in, I'm planning a massive TB fanfiction of the size of... a bigbang, possibly. Although I must say I tried reading the first book, but I couldn't get through it, I wasn't particularly fond of the writing style. But the series. OH THE SERIES. ERIC. ALCIDE. TOO MUCH. :D
Yay, a TB lover! Yes, I’m struggling with the writing style, but I’m so curious about what’s going to happen that I’m just sticking to the books stubbornly.:) A TB fic, from you? Oh, do it! When will you do it?!
Btw, I saw you wrote a Loki one-shot, squee! I promise I will review it this week, as well as your Merlin story.:)
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.”—Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via black-wolves)