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borrowed and never returned: emotions, books, outlooks on life

I adore black metal now but the second half of this book is cringe and seven years hasn’t changed my view on that.

Everybody a gangster until they fight Guan Yu, just ask Hua Xiong.

Judgment Day

not sure what these dudes are freaking out about - getting lost in an old growth forest while being stalked by a primordial woodland spirit is on my bucket list

I am enamored.

The beginning of this book is basically four dudes realizing how unhappy they are with their lives and its pretty real for that

Liu Bei is my favorite shoe salesman turned warlord ever. A true example that you can do anything you set your mind to as long as you strive for BENEVOLENCE!!!!!!

This book so far uses more flowery language to say nothing than me in senior year Playwriting class. Alas that “The Ballad of Bindy Brown” was never picked up by any regional theatres.

“I think of you in a little outta the way cafe, coming undone
you get what you get -
and you don't get inside your leather jacket and walk away in the direction of the horizon.”
- destroyer, “the ignoramus of love”

I like a girl who appreciates a good creek.

I’m an “enjoys long walks in spooky ancient woods” kinda guy.

Sometimes for a treat I like to combine my Camus and Hawthorne Heights philosophies like “I know…I’m outside of your window with my full knowledge of the Absurd.”

The “Esoteric Order of Dagon”? Cool cool cool, that’s a totally normal name for a building in town to have.

“Ten years of staring across the chasm at the things he’d lost, and now, looking at this girl, it was like the chasm was shrinking, the gap pulling closed until his fingers could almost - almost - skim the other side.”

I can’t help but be filled with emotion when Lovecraft talks about Newburyport and Ipswich, Mass. I can all but see shadowy Innsmouth, located close to Plum Island and Crane Estate, as the Merrimack River meanders through the marshland and empties into the Atlantic. These places have my soul - and probably explains why I’m such a bizarro boy.

“…the quiet already fading, leaving a strange sadness in its wake.”

I am getting big vibes of both Lovecraft’s “The Case of Charles Dexter Ward” and Falkner’s “The Lost Stradivarius” from this so far and considering my adoration for those two stories, that’s a good sign.

colour me intrigued