Mood Rn

a mess

My Heart…

i dont talk anymore. i dont want to. i have nothing to say. i have nothing to contribute to a conversation. words escape me and i dont care that they do. i can go entire days without muttering a word. i just want to be left alone, now. 

I don’t mean to be a downer but I can’t think of a single scene that wouldn’t have been made better if Loki had lived to be a part of it.

Imagine him making rude comments about Thor when the guardians are admiring him.

Imagine him having some sort of ‘who can be the most sarcastic?’ battle with Rocket.

Imagine him meeting Groot, and maybe being able to speak to him too.

Imagine Loki being a shoulder to cry on for Thor as they both mourn the loss of half their people.

Imagine him going with Thor to help forge his new weapon, and maybe even getting one himself, or for once not being jealous of Thor for something he doesn’t have, but being truly proud of him.

Imagine him entering Wakanda with him to the Avengers theme, ready to totally commit himself to the fight, and driving himself to the other Avengers that he was worthy of their trust.

And finally, imagine him running at Thanos, ready to do whatever he could to help his brother, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

Even if he had ‘died’ at the end with the other half of the universe, we would have got that incredible moment in Avengers 4 when the remaining Avengers would bring them all back, and Thor and Loki would finally get the hug we have been waiting for.

So much possible character development wasted. We can only dream.

on being devoured by grief, by sorrow

fyodor dostoevsky, the dream of a ridiculous man // geloy concepcion // georges bataille, "esctacy" from guilty tr. bruce boone // sophocle's electra (tr. peter meineck and paul woodruff // anne sexton, from a letter to anne clarke written october 1964 // image via pinterest // callista buchen, taking care // rainer maria ralke // art by barbara kroll // haruki murakami, 1Q84

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The world is entire, and I am outside of it, crying …  —

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BoJack, I don’t like..anything about me. None of this is me. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know what to do. Am I doomed? Are you doomed? Are we all d o o m e d?