But I'm gonna post it anyway! So, I apologize for all of it, here. Haha.


The Beauty in Human UglinessAnd we are ugly, we humans who strive for nothing so much as we do for beauty. There is no perfection, no type of feature so strikingly beautiful that it is enough. No, there is nothing so special about your smile, and his or her eyes do not truly sparkle, and there are no extraordinary eye colors like in the stories (violet and amber and gold), but there are grays and browns and blues, all natural occurrences in nature. No, there is absolutely nothing spectacular about you, me, us, them.The Beauty in Human Ugliness
So we must dress ourselves in our imperfections, look to see who can wear them best. We, who were raised in fog and ash, and we, who were


At the end of Things...The world was in violent disarray. The very earth, deep below the surface in the places that existed between reality and dream, trembled with the dealings of men, of cannons and artillery fire, of bone exploding into fine pieces and blood flowing from severed arteries like wine. Lance felt his lips twitch as a weak vibration echoed through the feet of the chair in which he was lazing. Entwining his fingers into soft, pale hair, he said, in a rumbling voice that was at once loud enough to fill all of the room, but quiet enough to be a murmur, I do not think they need you to teach them rebellion. The other maAt the end of Things...
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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