The S1 Of The Sandman Is Literally About Corinthian And How He Tries To Deal With His Dady Issues Lol.

I know everyone loves the Corinthian because he’s creepy/sucks/fucks etc but I’m into this character because he’s a poster boy for conditional acceptance.

He’s created to fulfill one purpose. If he doesn’t contort himself into the correct behaviour, he’s scrapped to be remade and remade until he acts as intended.

Morpheus doesn’t seem to have a personal relationship with him like he does with other Dreaming characters. When he kills the Corinthian, Morpheus’ “I made you poorly” speech dismisses that the nightmare is an individual in control of his actions.

Lucienne visibly dislikes him but is quick to forgive Fiddler who also defected. It’s like the Corinthian is treated more like a project or a weapon than an entity of the Dreaming.

I don’t think his ability to attract people affords him any lasting power either. People crave him, his body or his success but it’s a self-interested infatuation. People don’t love him for his personality because he doesn’t have one; it’s polite and forgettable and adapted to attract whoever he’s targeting. He fills the spaces in between people’s real relationships and while maybe it’s fun, ultimately he’s forgotten.

And can we talk about the second Corinthian being obsessed with learning about his previous iterations? That’s fucked up and dystopian.

He’s a really tragic character. Also a horrible violent maniac.

I’m a writer. This means that I only care about grammar when I’m working on my pieces or projects. Texts? Speaking? Random posts? There are no grammatically correct guarantees here.

when will it get better in a way that countssss why does trauma last so much longer than peaceee why is the world so endlessly cruel and unfairrrrr

treat yourself like you would treat your favorite character

a kafka quote that kept me awake at night

i said what i said

15.07 UTC+3

You wake up in the air.

You wake up on the last row.

You wake up with an ebook in your hand.

In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.

3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.

Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.

You wake up on the ground.

You wake up in your bad.

You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach

Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.

I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.

You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.

It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.

You fall asleep in the air.

You fall asleep on the last row.

You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.

really wish humans could fight each other without doing irreparable damage to our bodies

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

Oh, how I romanticise your flawless imperfections.