F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via ihopeyoulook)
I am in love with the idea of F. Scott Fitzgerald and I am going to marry it. Nothing has ever been so perfect in my mind as this man.
Julio Cortázar (via patricia-o)
Look, I don’t ask for much, only your hand…
In my lifetime, I will love you a thousand different ways.
When we first met, I loved you as a friend.
When we first held hands, I loved you a little more,
I loved you in little kisses and I loved you in honey and tea.
And even now, when you don’t love me and I am hollow,
when your fingers are cold and missing from my skin,
I still love you in a thousand different ways.
I love you in silence and glancing moments.
I love you when you are not there.
I suppose it’s a characteristic of youth, but it scares and delights me. I wish I could express these emotions better and the anxiety of it all would just allow me to experience things as they are, rather than to search for the absolute joy in every second I have left home.
It’s just hard and nonsensical, but I miss people that I love even when I am right beside them. It is as though every moment with them is not enough because I realize how precious and rare it will be soon. I am not even gone yet and I miss my friends.
People often complain that there are too many unnecessary deaths in the final additions to the Harry Potter series. For me, this seems to be telling of the fact that many people in the United States do not understand the gravity of war.
The final book of the Harry Potter series tells the account of a war. There is no way around it: it is a war book. It may not be the account of World War II or the American Civil War, but it it surely a war book. It seems that people often think of the entire series is the story of a school boy and forget that in the last two parts of the series, the characters are struggling as a part of a major war. Rowling makes no efforts to deny this in the novels, and makes strides to make it as clear as possible. In the first chapter of the sixth book, the Minister of Magic tells the British muggle prime minister that thet are at war plainly and without beating around the bush; mind you, this was Minister Fudge, so the directness of the statement is significant.
Because the war is so clear cut, so in your face, I take issue with the complaint that there are unnecessary deaths. There will always be innocent deaths in a war, and we cannot even feel a fraction of the pain that those innocent deaths cause when we read about the demise of Hedwig or Dobby. They happen in every day, and they are never fair. They are never right. And they always hurt. Righteous people and soldiers with young families die every day in war. We cannot even fathom the pain of their loved ones and the voids they leave when we imagine Tonks or Lupin dying. There is a thick line separating lies and fantasy, but if Rowling had pretended that every death in a war must be justified, then she would cross that line; she could not spare our favorite characters for the sake of us being happy because war does not spare the death of beloved individuals for the sake of the family.
The fact that we are so blindsided to this on such a massive scale seems to be telling about how Westerners view war; it seems that, to us, it is some distant, far away thing that only happens to the background characters. The personalities that we have come to love do not die, but only those who do not cause our heart to break. For most people in our lives, the Fred Weasleys of their world do not succumb to the violence and reality that is war, and so we do not understand how unjust it is. So even when something as inconsequential as the death of a fantasy character occurs and touches us, we feel as though we have been wronged.
In Iraq, there were over 100,000 civilian deaths. Every single one of those people was someone’s Fred Weasley or someone’s Tonks. But more. That is to say, they were not simply words on a page, but people like you and me. They were mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends, schoolmates, countrymen. And someone was devastated by their death. Someone mourned them. Someone still thinks about them today and feels like they will walk through the door at any moment. There were more than 30,000 American deaths in Iraq, and each one of those people was also beloved by someone; if you are American, that person is probably your neighbor or friend. And even if they were in combat (even if they willingly submitted to combat!), there is a disservice given to that person’s family, an injustice in the lives of their son’s and daughter’s.
It may be correct for Harry Potter fans to decry the large number of fatalities in the last books of the series as unjust, unfair, and cruel. But, war is unjust, unfair, and cruel. If you only care about the deaths of your favorite characters, then you do not understand the point of the novel. We should recognize and grapple with the idea of individuals meeting their demise at a violent hand, and cease seeing war causalities as background characters. They were someone’s main character.
I am by no means better than others in this respect; I, too, felt slighted when I read about the death of Fred and Dobby, and I, too, was angry at the death of Tonks and Lupin after the birth of their son. It is okay and in fact wonderful to feel empathy towards these characters. If you were moved by these deaths as well, then do not let these emotions end at the last page of the novel, and do not allow them to be left behind in the wizarding world. The next time you hear about a death during war, realize that the injustice portrayed in Harry Potter is not the cruelty of your favorite author, but a harsh reality that millions have had to face.
- period: WAKE UP ASSHOLE, YOU GOT CRAMPS.
- period: How bout an entire chocolate cake for breakfast?
- period: How's that back pain? Feeling better? Let's fix that.
- period: Corneas glance by a VS magazine on the table. Instantly horny.
- period: Find a cookie as big as a house and eat it.
- period: See a male specimen of any kind. Instantly horny.
- period: Where's your Tic Tac box filled with ibuprofen?
- period: Got things to do? Don't care. Sleep.
- period: See a female specimen of any kind. Instantly horny.
- period: For dinner you're eating an entire bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
- period: Breeze blows by. Instantly horny.
- period: You didn't like those brand new underwear right?
- period: Yell at a puppy.
- period: Close eyes and wait for repeat tomorrow.