'On that drive back to Linfield, you asked me all these questions about what I liked and what I hated, and I don't know. It just felt like you really wanted to know.' 'Of course I did,' I say. He nods. 'I know. You asked me who I was, and - it was like the answer came out of nowhere. Sometimes it feels like I didn't even exist before that. Like you invented me.'
People We Meet On Vacation - Emily Henry
"Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh... In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June."
art: Stanley Cursiter, "Apple Green" (1925)
quote: Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925)
I do think people are forgetting, sometimes willingly, that Aziraphale is JUST as heartbroken over the rejection as Crowley
They did not walk out of there with Crowley destroyed and Aziraphale bummed but getting over it once he was in the elevator. Aziraphale went to Crowley all giddy and excited because he really thought this was finally it, this was finally their chance to be happy, and he sees it as Crowley taking that chance and stomping on it. H wasn’t lying when he said he needed Crowley, he DOES, and now he thinks Crowley chose his hate for heaven over his love for him just as Crowley thinks Aziraphale chose his devotion to god over his devotion to him
It wasn’t as simple as “Aziraphale rejected Crowley” they both think the other rejected them it was essentially the messiest mutual break up you’ve ever seen
They’re both completely heartbroken and do not see the part they played in their own heartbreak. Both thinking THE OTHER caused it. It’s such a mess. It’s SUCH a mess I cannot STAND these two
I went through every possible emotion in those last 20 minutes, plus some that I made up on the spot! how are y'all?
From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
all those layers of silence upon silence - donna tartt
#him
There he is. There he is. There he is.