The Greek Class didn't destroy Richard, he brought that on himself.
He chose to be destroyed and I am sure a part of him wanted to be.
He's the type of person who wants to be different, to be admired, to be apart from normal people.
That's why he tried to get in the Greek class in the first place even when Julian rejected him ounce, he wanted to be with the elites, to be exclusive.
Richard does show remorse for his actions at times but that doesn't mean he didn't find it thrilling.
He wanted an adventure, to see a tragedy, to be part of something dramatic and exciting. He was bored in his little town, around distant parents and normal friends.
He has always felt like he was above other people and he does look down on others who don't understand or follow his ideals.
His idolization of the Greek class is the reason he got destroyed, he was blinded by the opportunity to be included and accepted by them that he didn't look back at the mistakes he made for them.
Richard's story is a cautionary tale about foregoing your sanity and ethics for a broken, one sided friendship. They used him again and again, he did everything for them. Never questioning what he was really doing.
In the end, he was never a part of their group.
He was just there.
so this is my art <3 this is my latest small watercolor painting, i did in august and i really love it.. since people actually were interested in my art :] (i see u my mutual.. i just got some problems with tumblr and I CANT ANSWER AAH)
I wonder if there's ever been a notable unarmed political assassination? Like, some dude goes in for a handshake at a campaign event, and decides to just powerbomb the fucker into the pavement instead and breaks their neck? It feels like the sort of thing that would have happened at least once in history, but a cursory attempt to research the topic just turns up a bunch of anecdotes about Assassin's Creed.
donna tartt COOKED with the 3rd chapter of the secret history i am obsessed. the depiction of winter. the depiction of waking up, going to work and then just wandering. the depiction of not asking for help because of embarrassment. the depiction of calling your parents and immediately hanging up. the depiction of your body hurting because of coldness. richard. richard papen. papen richard. hes me
So relatable but i wanna do the opposite! Like focus on philosophy and art and stuff instead of biology and physics since thats already like.. my uni major?
How i feel after saying i want to study mathematics knowing im dedicating my life to writing novels and reading and creating art and poetry and knowing various philosophers extensively
tall women, hairy women, average looking women, nerdy women, quirky women, weird women, angry women; sensitive women, muscular women, cringe women, beautiful women who dont see it, clingy women, confident women... there's something so unique about them and they all deserve love <333
unpopular opinion i think that bunny was the most.. morally correct one of them and he's nearly normal unlike them
Tsh fandom has many many faults but by far the most irritating is when they decide to nitpick which actions are justifiable or even non-existant and which are disproportionately vile and irredeemable just so they can place some characters (francis, camilla) on a higher moral plane than others (bunny, charles) like they weren't all equally awful people and the point wasnt that they were all batshit crazy
I think as a community we should all stop the concept of aesthetic because its ruining our lives and im sick of having fun with someone and they go like 'let me just take a pic of this to post on my story'.. like.. okay? Also i went through so many 'aesthetics' and found out how limiting they are! Lemme just read this shakespeare teathrical piece while listening to slipknot and wearing my pink dress <3
Aligned stars.
to M.
Like the lion of the Atlas, wild and free,
Whose roar shakes the heavens and calls to me,
You crept into my heart a force so strong,
And taught my wings to rise, all bold.
Through all the storms, you stood proud and tall,
ⵓⵍ ⵏ ⵉⵣⴻⵎ, the bravest of them all.
On this special day, I celebrate you,
May peace and love always find you <3
Nil desperandum
My place was forever on the scene
Arms swinging and words soaring
But I sadly lost my blue dream..
Those Obscure eyes pierced my heart
Then traced my warped destined path
Are we free? Or indeed Man is confined..
Tied to that thick and long serpent-like rope
He turns around, again and again.. a third last time..
Two last breaths coming out of his mouth.
He flies unbound, finally opens his wings
He looked up to the sky
"It will always be here !" He shouts;
The big lapis canvas invites us finally
To our one true Homeland
Of wine rivers and dripping honey
"Welcome back, my dear." You hear them say;
You're finally in the realm of Poppy and May.
(Mine)
I talked about this in my throat punching post, but I after a recent experience, I thought it would be fun to point out how weak this little bone is. The hyoid is a U-shaped bone that sits above your laryngeal prominence (aka Adam's apple) and behind the jaw. It isn't attached to any other bones, but serves as the attachment site for a lot of muscles in the lower jaw and upper neck. You can palpate it, but be careful! You are capable of breaking your own hyoid bone. It requires 3-4kg (6-7lbs) of squeezing to fracture it. For reference, a human is capable of creating a pinch (index to thumb) strength of 5-8kg (11-17 lbs). Now imagine if someone is getting choked (it's not good).
Hyoid bone fractures can be life threatening, as this bone is important in the structures of the upper respiratory tract (breathing is very important). It can cause pharyngeal and laryngeal spasms, which leads to asphyxiation (you can't breathe). This can be fixed with a tracheotomy and tube placement, but sometimes patients don't know they've broken their hyoid until they can't breathe.
And for the personal experience: I was trying to explain the muscles of the throat to this girl in my anatomy group, and she had no idea what the hyoid was. So I was like "lemme just grab it real quick and let her feel it." I was a bit pissed off, I'll admit, when I did that. So I grabbed that bone pretty roughly and just snapped that motherfucker like the wishbone of a chicken. I knew it was tender, but holy shit it has no integrity. It turns out I was right all these years for having an fear of people grabbing my neck.
a boring med student who's confused about life. certified yapper - xviii – she/her
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