“Aziraphale had tried to explain it to him once. The whole point, he’d said — this was around 1020, when they’d reached their little Arrangement — the whole point was that when a human was good or bad it was because they wanted to be. Whereas people like Crowley and, of course, himself, were set in their ways from the start. People couldn’t become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.
Crowley had thought about this for some time and, around 1023, had said, Hang on, that only works, right, if you start everyone off equal, okay? You can’t start someone off in a muddy shack in the middle of a war zone and expct them to do as well as someone born in a castle.
Ah, Aziraphale had said, that’s the good bit. The lower you start, the more opportunities you have.”
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Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
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there can be miracles, when you believe. though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill.
am i faithful, am i strong? am i good enough to belong?
in your reverie, a perfect girl.
your vision of romance is cruel and all along i played the fool.
all your expectations bury me.
don’t worry; you will find the answer if you let go.
give yourself some time to falter.
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perfect girl, sarah mclachlan
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Roses are red,
Violets are purple,
Which is a very hard word to rhyme
And makes me happy that on February the 14th we don’t traditionally have to give each other oranges.
the weather outside is frightful…
classes are canceled! snow day tomorrow. we must have a snowball fight and/or build a snowman.
also i’m going to freeze.
and then the day came when the risk to stay tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
and i, jack, the pumpkin king
i got a tumblr because it looked like fun. i’m sarah, and i’m about a month and a half shy of nineteen. i go to college in alabama and i’m currently majoring in biology, for reasons i’m not entirely sure of. i’m half-tempted to change it to history, but i don’t feel like starving to death immediately post-graduation would be a good career choice.
i have a tattoo of a phoenix on my ankle, which i got after being diagnosed with bipolar disorder. it’s absolutely gorgeous. the artist free-handed it. he’s kind of amazing.
i grew up in hattiesburg, mississippi, which is like a small town on really nasty steroids. i have two older brothers, both of whom played a massive part in raising me, which means that i’m some unholy hybrid of a teenage girl and a twelve-year-old boy. i firmly believe that my brothers and i would make one hell of a Zombie Demolition Team, were the zombie apocalypse to happen.
i like strange music and action/adventure movies and british humor. i wear flowy skirts and t-shirts with inbred chocobos on them and a pair of kick-ass green converse that a bunch of my friends bought me. i play video games and i write novels, or at least, i will write novels, whenever i manage to finish one (and maybe, just maybe, get published). i would love nothing more than to be like neil gaiman or j.k. rowling or stephen king and be able to make a living off of writing, and just live in a kooky little flat a couple dozen miles out of a big city, drinking lots of coffee and tea, and sleeping until noon. i would even put up with a sadistic editor, just for that life. i also want to open up an orphanage and take care of a bunch of needy children. if i could do both of those things, i think i could die happy and face god with dignity and grace, knowing that i had done exactly what i really felt like i needed to do.
i don’t expect to do either of those, though, which is kind of sad.
fare thee well.
