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Love story
Lilly herself would never have believed she would end up in this situation. Her first love and her past...Everything was confusing and yet so simple... When Atlas suddenly reappears,everything Lily has built with Ryle is threatened. You will be smiling through your tears.. Just because we didn’t end up on the same wave doesn’t mean we aren’t
It Ends with Us
It Ends with UsColleen Hoover · Atria Books · 20166,4bin okunma
And then she smiled the soft smile, the one that was his favorite, the one that knocked him in his chest because of how tender it was. Gentleness was not something Alpha had been familiar with in a very long time. His life had been brutal and ugly and monstrous, all rough edges and bleeding wounds and selfish interests, and she, she was all softness and light and generosity.
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Redfoo - Keep Shining
We gon' go as far as we can go Nobody knows how it all turns out We promise to party out of control We gon' keep shining 'til the sun burns out We gon' keep shining, shining, shining We gon' keep shining, shining, shining We gon' keep shining, shining, shining We gon' keep shining 'til the sun burns out We
LMFAO - Sexy and I Know It
Yeah, yeah When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly I pimp to the beat Walking on the street in my new LaFreak, yeah This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control It's Redfoo with the big F O They like Bruce Lee rock at the club (yeah) Girl look at that body Girl look at that body Girl look at that body I-I-I work out Girl
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Hard Times reminded me of Huxley's Brave New World. Both portray a dystopian city. The difference is that Hard Times is too in your face. Dickens' fictional city Coketown, homes people of radically different points of view and means of living when the circus stops over the town for a few months. There are people obsessed with
Hard Times
Hard TimesCharles Dickens · Nan Kitap · 20191,034 okunma
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"And yet… AM has won, simply… he has taken his revenge… I have no mouth. And I must scream." Even though this book probably includes more stories, I only read the I Have No Mouth story from a pdf and this is the only book that comes up when I search the story, so I will be only writing about this story and not the actual book. I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream is probably hands down the best sci-fi short story I've ever read along with "Answer" by Fredric Brown. It is very graphic, violent, raw and disgusting. Even though it makes me question the sanity of the writer as I read the graphic depictions of AM's torture of humans - or what's left of them - I cannot help but be amazed at how great the story is at making me feel such an inexplicable horror beyond imagination. It is very hard to make someone feel such an existential horror, especially through the medium of writing. And yet this story thoroughly encapsulates the feeling of utter despair in a time and world unimaginable to us for creatures that no longer can be called human. And despite all it has done, probably for the way he "feels" an immense hatred, the machine AM is merely a shadow of the worst parts of humanity despite surpassing its creators in the ways it can create wonders. The machine is more man than any of the humans left in the story for the way it seeks a meaningless revenge and plays with humans the way humans play with ants. Sadistic at best like a child-god.
I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream
I Have No Mouth & I Must ScreamHarlan Ellison · Open Road Media · 201420 okunma
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"We had given AM sentience. Inadvertently, of course, but sentience nonetheless. But it had been trapped. AM wasn't God, he was a machine. We had created him to think, but there was nothing it could do with that creativity. In rage, in frenzy, the machine had killed the human race, almost all of us, and still it was trapped. AM could not wander, AM could not wonder, AM could not belong. He could merely be. And so, with the innate loathing that all machines had always held for the weak, soft creatures who had built them, he had sought revenge. And in his paranoia, he had decided to reprieve five of us, for a personal, everlasting punishment that would never serve to diminish his hatred… that would merely keep him reminded, amused, proficient at hating man. Immortal, trapped, subject to any torment he could devise for us from the limitless miracles at his command. He would never let us go. We were his belly slaves. We were all he had to do with his forever time. We would be forever with him, with the cavern-filling bulk of the creature machine, with the all-mind soulless world he had become. He was Earth, and we were the fruit of that Earth; and though he had eaten us, he would never digest us. We could not die. We had tried it. We had attempted suicide, oh one or two of us had. But AM had stopped us. I suppose we had wanted to be stopped. Don't ask why. I never did. More than a million times a day. Perhaps once we might be able to sneak a death past him. Immortal, yes, but not indestructible."
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Spirit of Capitalism
> "It was the power of religious influence, not alone, but more than anything else, which created the differences of which we are conscious to-day” Max Weber saw reformation as a new form of religion control, not elimination of Church’s ones. His aim focused on finding intimate relationship between asceticism and capitalism. He
To love yourself means to be okay with not being totally okay with some parts of you all the time.
They made themselves a fearful monument! The wreck of old opinions, things which grew, Breathed from the birth of time: the veil they rent, And what behind it lay, all earth shall view.
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Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
Inferno, Canto 1
Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found,
and all of a sudden i was stuck between wanting to wait for you and wanting to forget you i didn't know which one was better so somehow i was doing both at the same time