one thing I love about starkid is that they have great songs with great lyrics like “what I see right there is a prisoner who’s sitting on top of the key” but then in the reprise of the song lyrics like “YEAH I’M SMOKING POT”
No one got hurt in this attack. Because the attacker did not use a weapon that can mow down people in seconds… it also didn’t happen in the US.
What’s that about “people will find a way if they really want to kill someone”? No, they won’t. Not having easy access to accurate, deadly, ranged weapons is an effective deterrent to a lot of potentially violent people.
My brain: Hmm, plot? No, no, no, none of that here, my good friend, my good sir, my good ma’am, but may I offer you an overall general Vibe, an aesthetic if you will, a vague feeling to convey, a-
Some of you have never taken the ‘Am I Gay’ quiz at 13, deliberately chosen the obviously straight answers, and gone to bed content in your clearly authentic, airtight heterosexuality and it shows
i understand the historical reasons why English is the most common language
but if I was writing a speculative fiction novel
and I said “the language that most people learn as a second language, usually for professional reasons, is also the only one with a spelling system so terrible that spelling words correctly is a broadcasted competition”
you’d be like “extremely unrealistic 0/10”
i never thought of this, do other languages not have spelling bees?
Ben Whishaw reading “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe. I’ve never heard the strange, tender, spooky heart of it quite so clearly.
(My audio edit from the Poetica podcast, “Tides.”)
My favorite poem in the whole world ❤
I may be biased and have part of this poem tattooed on me because I love it so much, but it really explains my approach to writing romance and my weakness for intensity and tragedy with it. 🖤💘💔
