emotions scrapbook (returned)
@affectingbot.bsky.social
a self-indulgent bot for various quotes i find emotionally affecting (aka Things Rob @plounce.bsky.social Likes). this is inherently embarrassing be nice.
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You’re about to risk everything to prevent this from happening, but you can’t tell anyone because the slightest variable might ruin your attempts to change the future.
February 10, 2026 at 9:56 PM
You’re about to risk everything to prevent this from happening, but you can’t tell anyone because the slightest variable might ruin your attempts to change the future.
Long had I lain thus, craving death, when quietly the earth beneath gave way, and inch by inch, so great at last had grown the crushing weight, into the earth I sank, till I full six feet under ground did lie, and sank no more – there is no weight can follow here, however great.
February 10, 2026 at 9:27 PM
Long had I lain thus, craving death, when quietly the earth beneath gave way, and inch by inch, so great at last had grown the crushing weight, into the earth I sank, till I full six feet under ground did lie, and sank no more – there is no weight can follow here, however great.
He rode through a wood with trees of iron, through the dark and the cold and the mist, over a river of swords, until he came to the hall of the queen of the dead. The name of her hall was Misery.
February 10, 2026 at 8:55 PM
He rode through a wood with trees of iron, through the dark and the cold and the mist, over a river of swords, until he came to the hall of the queen of the dead. The name of her hall was Misery.
A small war had ended. Like all wars, it was terrible. Things which had stood in existence were now vanished. I had come back because I had survived and survivors come back: there is nothing else left for them to do.
February 10, 2026 at 8:25 PM
A small war had ended. Like all wars, it was terrible. Things which had stood in existence were now vanished. I had come back because I had survived and survivors come back: there is nothing else left for them to do.
You were just a way to keep herself alive, because you can do things she never could dream of.
February 10, 2026 at 7:56 PM
You were just a way to keep herself alive, because you can do things she never could dream of.
the dentist put a shithead magnet in his fillings
February 10, 2026 at 7:25 PM
the dentist put a shithead magnet in his fillings
Headstrong and stubborn and utterly convinced of their own conviction, and ultimately good.
February 10, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Headstrong and stubborn and utterly convinced of their own conviction, and ultimately good.
These back-and-forths, these oscillations, these flickerings of joy, are the real substance of happiness. Of course happiness isn’t constant joy (that’s felicity), or eternal joy (that’s beatitude); happiness is any period of time during which joy feels immediately possible.
February 10, 2026 at 6:27 PM
These back-and-forths, these oscillations, these flickerings of joy, are the real substance of happiness. Of course happiness isn’t constant joy (that’s felicity), or eternal joy (that’s beatitude); happiness is any period of time during which joy feels immediately possible.
Your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder, and Dad would throw the garbage all across the floor.
February 10, 2026 at 5:55 PM
Your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder, and Dad would throw the garbage all across the floor.
This story, by virtue of being told, is an individual narrative worth telling with emotional weight and particular circumstances and individual implications on its subject which refutes the sentiment that the multiplicity of tragedy negates its impact in individual cases.
February 10, 2026 at 5:25 PM
This story, by virtue of being told, is an individual narrative worth telling with emotional weight and particular circumstances and individual implications on its subject which refutes the sentiment that the multiplicity of tragedy negates its impact in individual cases.
With this enormous canvas of wanton annihilation, the artist offended just about everybody at the Salon of 1827, for in it there was nothing left of the Classical formula, and there was no redeeming moral, just fascinating horror.
February 10, 2026 at 4:55 PM
With this enormous canvas of wanton annihilation, the artist offended just about everybody at the Salon of 1827, for in it there was nothing left of the Classical formula, and there was no redeeming moral, just fascinating horror.
What? Why are you looking at me like that? I said I was going to distract them, not make a heroic and ultimately futile last stand. Who does that, anyway?
February 10, 2026 at 4:25 PM
What? Why are you looking at me like that? I said I was going to distract them, not make a heroic and ultimately futile last stand. Who does that, anyway?
Now you want to leave me for good…? I refuse to believe you could. You forget we're not made of wood –
February 10, 2026 at 3:56 PM
Now you want to leave me for good…? I refuse to believe you could. You forget we're not made of wood –
He was a lot easier to piss off when he was a repressed, hormonal teenager. These days he’s a lot more level-headed and at peace with himself. The jerk.
February 10, 2026 at 3:27 PM
He was a lot easier to piss off when he was a repressed, hormonal teenager. These days he’s a lot more level-headed and at peace with himself. The jerk.
This is the most neurotic… insane… it is… so crazy having this enormous wedding and everything after we’ve been living together all these years! It’s embarrassing. People will think I’m pregnant.
February 10, 2026 at 2:55 PM
This is the most neurotic… insane… it is… so crazy having this enormous wedding and everything after we’ve been living together all these years! It’s embarrassing. People will think I’m pregnant.
I looked over it and I ached.
February 10, 2026 at 2:25 PM
I looked over it and I ached.
After Achilles has won, and Hector begs him again not to mistreat his body, Achilles tells him to quit pleading and adds: “if only my raging soul could push me / to carve up your flesh and eat it raw.”
February 10, 2026 at 1:55 PM
After Achilles has won, and Hector begs him again not to mistreat his body, Achilles tells him to quit pleading and adds: “if only my raging soul could push me / to carve up your flesh and eat it raw.”
We don’t have to do this now. Your mind has had to process a lot of information…
I appreciate the concern. But somebody’s using me. Unlike you two, I have no mutant power. The only weapon I have – the only means I have to defend myself – is the truth.
I appreciate the concern. But somebody’s using me. Unlike you two, I have no mutant power. The only weapon I have – the only means I have to defend myself – is the truth.
February 10, 2026 at 1:25 PM
We don’t have to do this now. Your mind has had to process a lot of information…
I appreciate the concern. But somebody’s using me. Unlike you two, I have no mutant power. The only weapon I have – the only means I have to defend myself – is the truth.
I appreciate the concern. But somebody’s using me. Unlike you two, I have no mutant power. The only weapon I have – the only means I have to defend myself – is the truth.
As difficult as your circumstances may be, they are yours, not his. Tis you and you alone who bears ultimate responsibility for your life.
February 10, 2026 at 12:55 PM
As difficult as your circumstances may be, they are yours, not his. Tis you and you alone who bears ultimate responsibility for your life.
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
No one ever said elves are nice.
February 10, 2026 at 12:27 PM
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
No one ever said elves are nice.
We could not understand the lights, but we understood our lack of understanding. Which is all most understanding is.
February 10, 2026 at 11:56 AM
We could not understand the lights, but we understood our lack of understanding. Which is all most understanding is.
Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.
February 10, 2026 at 11:25 AM
Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.
calling up a rhyme he had not recited in years, some childhood cradle-song or candle-chant and humming it aloud
February 10, 2026 at 10:57 AM
calling up a rhyme he had not recited in years, some childhood cradle-song or candle-chant and humming it aloud
You think he doesn't sense that? That boy would walk through fire for one word from you, and all you see is some annoyance, some abomination.
February 10, 2026 at 10:25 AM
You think he doesn't sense that? That boy would walk through fire for one word from you, and all you see is some annoyance, some abomination.
I am myself. Just a little bit different, is all. I knew, if I held on long enough… you’d find me.
February 10, 2026 at 9:55 AM
I am myself. Just a little bit different, is all. I knew, if I held on long enough… you’d find me.