"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.
DICKINSON | 1.01
So, why do it then? Why choose to be good, every day, if there is no guaranteed reward we can count on, now or in the afterlife?
this paragraph is all you will ever need to know about louis and lestat
being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways
i was forced to sin…………………………………………….