You’ve sprung to life before me and now I don’t know how I ever got on without you. To my Melly Hamilton, like Scarlett, I certainly don’t deserve your friendship. Your insane courage and our talks crosslegged on my bed keep me sane when I feel lost. I’ve missed you. To my Diana Barry, instead of a love of PEI, it’s a love of this foggy harbour town & cozy quad we share. You are always in my thoughts and heart. Our time is sacred. Lastly, to my Lorelai Gilmore, you know a lot more than I give you credit for, I promise to show more appreciation for your help. I love you all so much <3 —Lorelai O’Hara of Green Gables
This article appears in Sep 26 – Oct 2, 2013.
Op, you reeeealy need to shut that shit off, wake the fuck up and start living your own life
Codswallop! Stuff and nonsense. An appreciation for the worlds of fiction is a healthy adjunct to reality, not a substitute for it. You have a soul mate, OP, whether you want one or not.
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“At Talavera, we stole Boney’s Eagle
and in that short time, we was heroes of Spain”
Jon Tams (Rifleman Hagman) – “The Spanish Lady”
“Jabberwocky”
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I, for one, find fictional worlds far more interesting than the real one. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate/care about the real world, however.
I mean, why be me when I can be a totally badass space lesbian? 😛
“And a thumpin’ good ‘un, I’d wager. Once you trade up a little”