“Why do we have a winner? I mean, if we just wanted to intimidate the districts, why not round up twenty-four at random and execute them all at one? It would be a lot faster.
It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. Spark is fine, as long as it’s contained.”
EVERY REVOLUTION BEGINS WITH A SPARK.
self positivity is f*cking great!!! u think ur cool??? then ur cool!!! u think ur cute??? then ur hella cute!!! look at you go. so amazing
Just as the pocket watch clock faces are melting, symbolizing a destabilization of time within the painting’s surreal, dreamlike world, Will’s own sense of time and space — his ‘losing time’ — is also softening, leaving him disoriented and confused in a world that seems more like a senseless, nightmarish painting than a reflection of reality. His vivid dreams, which have long been compromised, are now leaking into his day-to-day experiences; he hallucinates, disassociates, wakes to confusion and warped realization. He draws drooping, jumbled clock faces and cannot tell that anything is wrong, because what he perceives has become distorted. His comprehension of the world is melting around him, while he — like the amorphous figure on the ground, whose long-lashed eye appears to be closed in sleep — is powerless to stop it, ultimately unsure what is real, and what is not.
His time, his dreams — his imagined, hallucinatory memory — persists. And true to what Dalí’s ants famously symbolize, death will claim him if he remains in this fading state for very much longer.
overall looking at boys is a rly rewarding experience. talking to them, Not so much
“Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him—he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.”
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.