not that you ever take me to the opera

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man having little to no money in his purse and nothing particular to interest him on shore, must be in want of sailing about a little to see the watery part of the world.

knowing how it tends to go with male authors and their wives it was probably marge who wrote the odyssey

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Les Mis fans, build a barricade? Yes?

NCIS fans, grab your gear.

Castle fans, alakazam that jackass

The Last Airbender fans master your bending

Assassin’s Creed fans, ready your hidden blades.

Falling In Reverse fans, get Charlie.

Directioners, get the fucking glitter

beliebers,get the supras.

Of Mice and Men fans, get squidgy.

Homestucks get your Strife Specibus

no fucking way its the actual post

all of them deactivated

I want to die

Miraculous Ladybug Fans, get your akumas.

time to drown in the bog of eternal stench

date of origin: 2012(?)

the most insane thing about moby dick is that i have never, ever felt more of a personal connection with a narrator - in the way that i feel like ishmael really is telling me the story. that i'm some stranger that happened to sit beside him, maybe ask his name, and suddenly he's taken my hand and telling me his story. except he suddenly disappears from his story, and it barely seems about him anymore. it's about the crew, it's about queequeg, it's about the young boy pip, it's about starbuck and the family he'll never see again, it's about ahab, it's about the ship, it's about the brutality of the whaling industry, it's about the beauty of these men who take it on, and the beauty of the creatures they hunt, and it's about god and how small and insignificant we are. and suddenly ishmael allows himself back into the story but it doesn't change anything. everything and everyone is dead and gone. 'and i only am escaped alone to tell thee.' the drama's done and the sea rolls on just as it did 5,000 years ago. the story is all ishmael has left of them. it's all he can give you. 'do you understand?' ishmael is asking you. 'can you bear the weight of their story? when remembering is all we can do to give any of this meaning? can you give any of this meaning?' and it's too late for you. you carry the story now, too. now you have to remember. grieve and remember and give it meaning.