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 hear this voice? This is my mind’s voice; you can’t touch my body now. It has changed once, it has hardened, don’t ask it to respond again.
November 11, 2025 at 8:00 PM
You hear this voice? This is my mind’s voice; you can’t touch my body now. It has changed once, it has hardened, don’t ask it to respond again.
I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands.
November 11, 2025 at 7:23 PM
I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands.
Your face ignites a fuse to my patience – whatever you do, it's gonna be wrong. There's no time to interrupt the detonation, be good to me before you're gone.
November 11, 2025 at 6:50 PM
Your face ignites a fuse to my patience – whatever you do, it's gonna be wrong. There's no time to interrupt the detonation, be good to me before you're gone.
You can just go ahead and sit in his lap.
What?
Oh, keep your voice down. I don't think everybody could tell, but I can. And I'd tell you that he likes you back, except you already know that and I know that too.
What?
Oh, keep your voice down. I don't think everybody could tell, but I can. And I'd tell you that he likes you back, except you already know that and I know that too.
November 11, 2025 at 6:18 PM
You can just go ahead and sit in his lap.
What?
Oh, keep your voice down. I don't think everybody could tell, but I can. And I'd tell you that he likes you back, except you already know that and I know that too.
What?
Oh, keep your voice down. I don't think everybody could tell, but I can. And I'd tell you that he likes you back, except you already know that and I know that too.
enthusiastic in a sneaking-up-and-pouncing sort of way
November 11, 2025 at 5:45 PM
enthusiastic in a sneaking-up-and-pouncing sort of way
The Western dichotomy between nature and culture, differentiating ourselves from everything else, denies our shared ancestry, shared space, and shared needs.
November 11, 2025 at 5:11 PM
The Western dichotomy between nature and culture, differentiating ourselves from everything else, denies our shared ancestry, shared space, and shared needs.
While the people of Troy rejoiced, Cassandra, angry with Helen's arrival, furiously snatched away Helen's golden veil and tore at her hair. Cassandra was also the first to see the body of her brother Hector being brought back to the city.
November 11, 2025 at 4:35 PM
While the people of Troy rejoiced, Cassandra, angry with Helen's arrival, furiously snatched away Helen's golden veil and tore at her hair. Cassandra was also the first to see the body of her brother Hector being brought back to the city.
Are you waiting to touch me? You look so good, but I keep my hands ‘til you come into the water.
November 11, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Are you waiting to touch me? You look so good, but I keep my hands ‘til you come into the water.
Suddenly we felt like intruders. Deeply impressed, we were weighed down by the feeling that we were not alone; the artists’ souls and spirits surrounded us. We thought we could feel their presence; we were disturbing them.
November 11, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Suddenly we felt like intruders. Deeply impressed, we were weighed down by the feeling that we were not alone; the artists’ souls and spirits surrounded us. We thought we could feel their presence; we were disturbing them.
Now that you've made me want to die, you tell me that you're unboyfriendable.
November 11, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Now that you've made me want to die, you tell me that you're unboyfriendable.
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it’s over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it will not be long. Why may you not come with me?– You are too much my lover. You would put yourself between me and song.
November 11, 2025 at 2:17 PM
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it’s over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it will not be long. Why may you not come with me?– You are too much my lover. You would put yourself between me and song.
He hated how he could barely draw breath until he identified the shade of her tone. Curious, not hurt. Small mercies.
November 11, 2025 at 1:43 PM
He hated how he could barely draw breath until he identified the shade of her tone. Curious, not hurt. Small mercies.
At the very pit of my soul, I wanted to be loved by you – fully, without any doubts, without any second thoughts, without any hesitations. But I cannot give that love back. Maybe because I’m too bruised. Too cynical.
November 11, 2025 at 1:04 PM
At the very pit of my soul, I wanted to be loved by you – fully, without any doubts, without any second thoughts, without any hesitations. But I cannot give that love back. Maybe because I’m too bruised. Too cynical.
“But WHY do These People offend THEMSELVES?” say they who also say, “It’s time. It’s time to help These People.”
November 11, 2025 at 12:33 PM
“But WHY do These People offend THEMSELVES?” say they who also say, “It’s time. It’s time to help These People.”
I am the last of my kind. Final keeper of the monoliths. My people chained the Source. I remain alone. The last. Watching it flare in the ruined city. We were misled. By people who wore my robes.
November 11, 2025 at 11:55 AM
I am the last of my kind. Final keeper of the monoliths. My people chained the Source. I remain alone. The last. Watching it flare in the ruined city. We were misled. By people who wore my robes.
Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call. Leave your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall. Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah.
November 11, 2025 at 11:21 AM
Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call. Leave your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall. Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah.
I hate you, you stupid tears. I mean, come on: seven years? You'd think I'd be blind by now.
November 11, 2025 at 11:21 AM
I hate you, you stupid tears. I mean, come on: seven years? You'd think I'd be blind by now.
If the moth-hunter would throw down his net, and go hunting for ghost tales or tales of faeries and such-like children of Lillith, he would have need for far less patience.
November 11, 2025 at 10:47 AM
If the moth-hunter would throw down his net, and go hunting for ghost tales or tales of faeries and such-like children of Lillith, he would have need for far less patience.
White-faced and slack-jawed. A little gay. A little disheveled.
November 11, 2025 at 10:14 AM
White-faced and slack-jawed. A little gay. A little disheveled.
You have the butterfly I gave to you. Stay back, then, and it’ll make you stronger once I’m finished here.
November 11, 2025 at 9:42 AM
You have the butterfly I gave to you. Stay back, then, and it’ll make you stronger once I’m finished here.
I’m the closest thing to Superman that advanced genetics could cook up. Some ordinary radiation isn’t going to curdle my milk.
November 11, 2025 at 9:13 AM
I’m the closest thing to Superman that advanced genetics could cook up. Some ordinary radiation isn’t going to curdle my milk.
The princess is strong. And because she’s strong, she’s fragile. If somebody doesn’t teach her that fact, she’ll break. So that needs to happen soon. That magician can’t do it, because the two of them are pretty much the same.
November 11, 2025 at 8:40 AM
The princess is strong. And because she’s strong, she’s fragile. If somebody doesn’t teach her that fact, she’ll break. So that needs to happen soon. That magician can’t do it, because the two of them are pretty much the same.
CLYTEMNESTRA: And all because of this daughter who knows neither joy nor love! At least I have my little Chrysothemis. She loves flowers.
ELECTRA: I suppose I don’t like flowers?
ELECTRA: I suppose I don’t like flowers?
November 11, 2025 at 8:07 AM
CLYTEMNESTRA: And all because of this daughter who knows neither joy nor love! At least I have my little Chrysothemis. She loves flowers.
ELECTRA: I suppose I don’t like flowers?
ELECTRA: I suppose I don’t like flowers?
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
November 11, 2025 at 7:32 AM
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
His wings have been broken for a long time, all for a man who doesn't love him back.
November 11, 2025 at 6:57 AM
His wings have been broken for a long time, all for a man who doesn't love him back.