woman on a hill

Spite is a perfectly good motivational tool if you're a writer.

Parts of Lord of the Rings were written because Tolkien was really salty about MacBeth, and how it handled “Birnam Wood moving to Dunsinane Hill” and “None of woman-born shall harm Macbeth.”

William Golding wrote Lord of the Flies because he really fucking hated a book he had to read in Primary School called “The Coral Island.”

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You love any of this movie

  • Big (1988)
  • Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)
  • The Breakfast Club (1985)
  • Sleepless In Seattle (1993)
  • When Harry Met Sally (1989)
  • You’ve Got Mail (1998)
  • 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
  • Pretty Woman (1990)
  • Notting Hill (1999)
  • Mean Girls (2004)
  • Confessions of A Shopaholic (2009)
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get to know me: favorite tv shows ≡ outlander

Now this one is about a man out late on a fairy hill on the eve of Samhain who hears the sound of a woman singing sad and plaintive from the very rocks of the hill. "I am a woman of Balnain. The folk have stolen me over again, the stones seemed to say. I stood upon the hill, and wind did rise, and the sound of thunder rolled across the land. I placed my hands upon the tallest stone and traveled to a far, distant land where I lived for a time among strangers who became lovers and friends. But one day, I saw the moon came out and the wind rose once more, so I touched the stones and traveled back to my own land and took up again with the man I had left behind.”

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There was a moment when I was lost, when they had beaten me. And I decided to beg them to let me live to see my beautiful wife, my son, and my daughter. To breathe another breath and lie in the sun and just live. But begging them wouldn’t change things. It would only give them satisfaction and that I wouldn’t do. No, this would be the job they carried with them for the rest of their lives. This would be the one they felt guilty about. That their older, fading selves woke up regretting in the middle of the night trying to quiet their remorse before their own deaths were upon them. So I made a decision to give them nothing. And in that moment one word came to mind… Fortitude.