And Edmund looks at her, and looks at her, and answers, "Perhaps."
oh my god Lass, I love you so much. <333 SUSANNNN.
And it’s not that Susan doesn’t believe in Narnia. It’s that she doesn’t believe Narnia. askhgkdljglskdhglskdjgsdlkh <3333333333333333333333333 god, just rip my heart out any day, will you?
This world tells her, You are Susan Pevensie, a whole equal to the sum of her parts, and she wonders what that entails. awwwww! I mean, if I have such a ridiculously hard time figuring out what the sum of my parts is, how on earth could Susan do it? she has so much more to resolve within herself.
She loves them all and cannot play their games; it is too confusing, and she is forgetting the rules. ... Susan, baby. *sobs*
The idealization of a world is merely changing the terms of the problem; it is not resolving it or even advancing it. It is only an addition to the real, but not the real itself. In a word, above the real world where her life passes, they have placed another which, in one sense, does not exist except in dreams and promises, but to which they attribute a higher sort of dignity than to the first. Above their own selves, they catch a glimpse of a whole kingdom in which they participate, but which is greater than them. This is the first intuition of the realm of truth, and truth has always caused a lot of trouble for everyone. hakglshdlkgjdlg. ahskgd? ahgksdhg hsdkghdg ashkdghdkh. <33333333333333333333
in the end it comes down to this: no one wants to be alone, and no one wants to be abandoned. oh, Susan!
I should be studying for a math test! instead I am sitting here halfway between glee and tears because Susan and Durkheim and you are so ridiculously awesome. AWESOME. I need to get this book out. (why so awesome, Lass?)
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And Edmund looks at her, and looks at her, and answers, "Perhaps."
oh my god Lass, I love you so much. <333 SUSANNNN.
And it’s not that Susan doesn’t believe in Narnia. It’s that she doesn’t believe Narnia.
askhgkdljglskdhglskdjgsdlkh <3333333333333333333333333 god, just rip my heart out any day, will you?
This world tells her, You are Susan Pevensie, a whole equal to the sum of her parts, and she wonders what that entails.
awwwww! I mean, if I have such a ridiculously hard time figuring out what the sum of my parts is, how on earth could Susan do it? she has so much more to resolve within herself.
She loves them all and cannot play their games; it is too confusing, and she is forgetting the rules.
... Susan, baby. *sobs*
The idealization of a world is merely changing the terms of the problem; it is not resolving it or even advancing it. It is only an addition to the real, but not the real itself. In a word, above the real world where her life passes, they have placed another which, in one sense, does not exist except in dreams and promises, but to which they attribute a higher sort of dignity than to the first. Above their own selves, they catch a glimpse of a whole kingdom in which they participate, but which is greater than them. This is the first intuition of the realm of truth, and truth has always caused a lot of trouble for everyone.
hakglshdlkgjdlg. ahskgd? ahgksdhg hsdkghdg ashkdghdkh. <33333333333333333333
in the end it comes down to this: no one wants to be alone, and no one wants to be abandoned.
oh, Susan!
I should be studying for a math test! instead I am sitting here halfway between glee and tears because Susan and Durkheim and you are so ridiculously awesome. AWESOME. I need to get this book out. (why so awesome, Lass?)