stayin' alive

glokta's inner monologue is so fascinating to me. half of the time he's staring down the barrel of a gun, waiting for the other shoe to drop, fully expecting to meet his end around every corner. anticipating his own death with all the fervor of a man who has known nothing but self-loathing and betrayal for years. the other half of the time he's being a nasty little hater. I love it.

Until death, all defeat is psychological.

To me, Glokta is like one of those abused dogs that only lets women pet them.

no weapon forged against me has ever been cool or well made

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

person (non-practicing)

partially-managed mental illness is so fucking funny i'll be sitting around doing my job and suddenly think "wow i hate myself" and immediately get confused because, like, that's not TRUE! i love myself so much. who are you to talk to me like that

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it