SOME UNTIDY SPOT/ Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse/ Scratches its innocent behind on a tree
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Strictly poetry and tv. That's my spiel.
Shows I love include Vicar of Dibley, Luther, Once Upon a Time, Twin Peaks, Case Histories, Miranda, French & Saunders, Black Adder, Veronica Mars, Buffy, Firefly, Pushing Daisies, Dead Like Me, Gilmore Girls, Bunheads, Game of Thrones, Lilies, Call the Midwife, Downton Abbey, M*A*S*H, Skins, Castle, Hannibal, Wonderfalls, The I.T. Crowd, Red Dwarf, and Friday Night Lights.
Poets I love include Auden, Yeats, Tennyson, Millay, Frost, Keats, Parker, Dickinson, Whitman, Rilke, Eliot, Plath, Arnold, and Heaney.
• Best Edits
• Curiosity killed the cat/ But satisfaction brought it back
Some untidy spot
Season 2, Episode 4 (Garden of Bones) of Game of Thrones.
• 10 March 2014 • 9 notes
Season 1, Episode 3 (Dispossessed) of Vikings.
• 6 March 2014 • 1 note
“Her clothes spread wide and mermaid-like awhile
they bore her up: which time she chanted snatches
of old tunes, and sweet Ophelia floated down the river
past black stones until she came to an evil fisherman
who was dressed in clothes that had no childhood,
and beautiful Ophelia floated like an April church
into his shadow, and he, the evil fisherman of our dreams,
waded out into the river and captured the poor mad girl,
and taking her into the deep grass, he killed her
with the shock of his body, and he placed her back
into the river, and Laertes said, Alas, then she is drown’d!
Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia.”
— The Rape of Ophelia by Richard Brautigan, inspired by Hamlet Act IV, Scene 7.
• 4 March 2014 • 1 note
Game of Thrones, Chapter 11. 1/? POV Characters.
• 2 March 2014 • 5 notes
Go out? Now? But it’s nearly nine! Four words: rush home for Poirot.
Season 2, Episode 4 (A New Low) of Miranda.
• 23 February 2014 • 53 notes
The Borgias, Season 1, Episode 1.
• 20 February 2014 • 14 notes
Season 1, Episode 2 (Wrath of the Northmen) of Vikings.
• 17 February 2014 • 3 notes
The Borgias, Season 1, Episode 1.
• 15 February 2014 • 25 notes
“I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy dead in silence like to death—
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:
If it could weep, it could arise and go.”
— Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
• 14 February 2014 • 1 note
I make good life choices. Mostly because they’re forced on me, but I make them. And I find myself in unpleasant situations all the time. You know why? Because even if you have a choice it can and will be taken away from you. We’re all fate’s bitch. You might as well go ahead and bend over for destiny now.
• 6 February 2014 • 931 notes
Hart of Dixie + Dramatic Moments. Kind of embarrassed that I watch this show.
• 29 January 2014 • 2 notes
A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.
The Goldfinch, 2013, Donna Tartt.
• 21 January 2014 • 16 notes