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"This, Sir Knight," said Rebecca, "is but idle boasting – a brag of what you would have done had you not found it convenient to do otherwise."

I LOVE HERRRRR

me when Ulrica:

babe he does NOT deserve you, please don't even worry about it

Bois-Guilbert: the fact that I'm a rapist and a murderer and a disgrace to the religion I profess to defend isn't my fault, actually! see, my crush decided to marry someone else -

me: sir

[T[he Palmer thanked them for their courtesy, but observed that he had included in his religious vow an obligation never to speak in the kitchen on matters which were prohibited in the hall.

these divas

" '[N]or will I concern myself more for his fate than for that of the most worthless among the millions that ever shaped the cross on their shoulder, rushed into excess and blood-guiltiness, and called it an accomplishment of the will of God.' " (p. 57)

read 'em to filth, papa Cedric!!

oh, I KNOW this b*tch did not just say that she wasn’t going to use one of her “own good towels” when her neighbor asked her for one after she ran over his cat

not the breach of client confidentiality less than twenty pages in ✋😭

the summer scaries are upon us and the psyche has been in major crisis for a long while now – time to break out the big guns!

(also this intro is always roughhh, between the racism and the icky innuendo and the fat-shaming . . . ooft. he's my problem child.)

I don't care what y'all say, that proposal was a jumpscare a decade ago and it is a jumpscare today. be SO serious right now, sir.

“What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the waste-paper basket with your greasy paws.”

"I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found that story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?"

People are so soon gone; let us catch them.

“Alone, over my dead fire, I tend to see the thin places in my own stories.”

take me into your loving arms, Virginia!!

(baby Bernard thinking about how pretty baby Susan’s eyes are and then baby Susan criticizing her own eyes a few paragraphs down 😭)

"I felt as if I had committed some great crime, the consciousness of which haunted me. I was guiltless, but I had indeed drawn down a horrible curse upon my head, as mortal as that of crime."

were you? :) were you guiltless? :) were you guiltless, victor? :) victor, were you guiltless? :)

imagine reading a full novel about this absolute milksop, this utterly unsalvageable wuss, this straggling piece of wilted wet lettuce cowering in the corner of the empty plastic tub, and then casting Oscar Isaac to play him in a film version. like, dang. crazy behavior, Guillermo. (but I'm still stoked for your adaptation.)

"It was a strong effort of the spirit of good, but it was ineffectual. Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction."

“It is very pleasant to hear this,” he said — “very: go on for another quarter of an hour.” And he actually took out his watch and laid it upon the table to measure the time.

you’re killin’ me, smalls

the s*** hath hitteth the fan-eth

the fact that tolkien wrote a better fictional love story in a single chapter than anyone else ever has or ever will in thousands of pages, i just -

alexa, play "dust to dust" by the civil wars

alexa, play "fewer ghosts" by joshua radin

alexa, play "ivy" by taylor swift

alexa, -

Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart ... "Éowyn, Éowyn!" he cried at last. "Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this?"

Denethor: *opens his mouth around Faramir*

Me: first of all I would vault into a burning building for this man, you absolute putrescence, so jot that down

HEY, KING!! LOVE YOU, BUDDY!!

- me, every time Faramir makes his on-page or on-screen debut

“Saruman, Saruman!” said Gandalf still laughing. “Saruman, you missed your path in life. You should have been the king’s jester and earned your bread, and stripes too, by mimicking his counsellors. Ah me!” he paused, getting the better of his mirth. “Understand one another? I fear I am beyond your comprehension.”

OK ICON !!!

“You have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!”

Boromir smiled.

💔💔💔

“chat, are we cooked?” but it’s actually the council of Elrond



(also, Frodo 😭 what a specimen. I love him.

“I do not lay it on you. But if you take it freely, I will say that your choice is right; and though all the mighty Elf-friends of old, Hador, and Hurin, and Turin, and Beren himself were assembled together, your seat should be among them.”

“you bow to no one” vibes 😭)

Part of me always wishes that we could spend more time in Buckland, especially at Frodo's new house in Crickhollow. I love the descriptions of that region. (On the other hand, we're about to head into the Old Forest and the Bombadil passages, which are some of my favorite parts as well.)