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The last man across the bridge.
I was driving home across the river
When I glanced at the massive ship to my left.
I knew what it meant
By virtue of its size,
the bridge must lift.
I hastily tried to gauge
If I was going to be stopped by its passing.
Stuck behind the raised platform
It would be close.
I weaved through traffic with a frenzied pace.
I saw the cars around me begin to slow, resigned to their fate
Or unaware of the impending tedium
Of waiting for the endless ship to pass.
I just made it across in time
I saw, through my rear-view mirror
drivers cursing at the pastel sky,
at God
or the Coast Guard.
At whoever raised the bloody green bridge.
But I drove on, my day undamaged.
As the last man across the bridge.
Matt Smith speaking to The Nerdist
(via matt-smith-)
I was literally just having a discussion with a friend about this.
A face like the seasons.
I have a scar on my face
It is a half an inch long
I fell into a shrub.
My lower-left chin
Has a mark that won’t leave
I won’t ever look quite the same.
I do not remember my old face
The way that I looked
Without a thin line below my lips.
I wonder how many more scars I will get
How different I will look
When I have wrinkles?
Will my children wonder at the stories behind the marks?
The tales behind each wrinkle and divot and silver-grey hair?
Will they recognize the man in the photos, how my old face looked?
Before I fell into a shrub.
I find often times, it is not important what is said, but what is not.
No One’s Gonna Love You- Band of Horses
the best of the batch. might redo it later.
Oh yeah, I forgot I could play this.
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Searching for a light.
There was a man who lived in the dark. He did not have a light. He journeyed through the land looking for a light of his own, so he could find his way out of the darkness.
First he found an old man with gnarled hands, who told him to find his light in the approval of others. The man who lived in the dark did everything he could to make others happy. He came upon a man who had no eyes, who said “Give me one of your eyes, so I can find a light too!” So the man who lived in the dark gave him an eye. And again, he came upon a woman with no hands. She said “Give me one of your hands, so that I too may feel the warmth of a light!” So the man who lived in the dark gave her his hand. Others came, asking him for ears and arms, and he gave of himself gladly, if only to find a light. But there was no light to be found in the approval of others. The man who lived in the dark continued searching.
Next, he found a young woman with golden eyes. She told him to find his light in her love. He gave her his heart and for a time he was glad. Searching for a light with another was much less lonely, and they journeyed through the land together. Soon the woman with the golden eyes found another man, one who had two eyes and two hands, and she left the man who lived in the dark. There was no light left in the woman’s love.
The man who lived in the dark kept searching for a light, but could not find it. He could not find a light in wealth, though he gave wealth the best years of his life. He could not find a light in wisdom, though he gave wisdom his mind. He could not find a light in friendship, or fame or pleasure, though he gave them much of himself.
The man who lived in the dark kept searching, but he was growing weary and empty. He did not have anything left to give, and still he had not found a light for his own.
Finally, he came to a man wearing white. Like the rest, the man wearing white offered him a light for his own. The man who lived in the dark told the man wearing white he had nothing to exchange for this light, he had given all of himself to others. The man wearing white laughed and said “You do not need to give up anything, I have already done so for you. I gave my whole self that you might have this light.” The man who lived in the dark was overjoyed, and took the light and followed the man wearing white.
And so the man who lived in the dark became a man who lives with a light, and his light did not go out. Together the men walked, and the man who lived in the dark felt content. His search was done at last, he found his way out of the darkness.
Lord of the Rings drinking game, made by yours truly.
Drink on, my hobbits.
I love the “Frodo and Sam have an intimate moment” one.
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