I am not good at confrontation. Unless it’s the song from Les Miserables called “Confrontation.” I am great at “Confrontation.”
so would you say raoul is christine’s baaé…
- I heard you guys like to sew?
#this freaks me out so bad because i have seen those expressions and mannerisms and i have seen them on mark pellegrino #THAT’S HOW GOOD HE IS OKAY #if you tell me that jared is a bad actor i will punch u because nO
when u see ur crush outside of school
the worst thing in the world is when you see someone u know at the end of a long hallway and u just gotta stare at them awkwardly until you’re close enough to smile or say hi
Do you ever feel like a chess piece yourself? In a game being played against your will?
F. Scott Fitzgerald reads an edited and abridged version of “Ode to a Nightingale” circa 1940.
"Ode to a Nightingale" (1819) - John Keats
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-wingèd Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delvèd earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South!
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stainèd mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
The first time I have ever experienced my favourite author’s voice. I will never ever relive this moment