Stratford-bound actress, aspiring photographer, at the crossroads of which way to take, who will make it someday.

The following is a collection of my thoughts not fathomable into constellations: Inspiration, musings, art, music, Old Hollywood, love of Shakespeare, theatre, Oscar Wilde, costuming, books, quotes, flappers and other random things from the world around me as filtered by my brain.
{“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative ” ~Oscar Wilde}

Now go read a book.



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gaygo: barefoot-winchester: princessmarshmallow: katethechopstick: enasnivolz: ealperin: reading-thoughts: edwardspoonhands: Not Iambic….Do Not Accept… These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming versethat what I wear puts swagger in my gait;though twenty shillings have I in my purse,my self-esteem and manhood both inflatewhen lofty furs I purchase for a cent.Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, thoughthey smell a trifle musty. Still, I spentmuch less to dress myself from head to toe. To save or not to save? The question’s moot.I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lootto those, like me, more frugal in their looks.Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.      - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe” *Crying with laughter* ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING. Reblogging for the iambic pentameter IT’S NOT JUST IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER IT’S IN RHYMING IAMBIC PENTAMETER Um guys…not just rhyming iambic pentameter, it’s an actual sonnet. it’s not a shakespearan sonnet! there’s not volta! no contrasting section towards the end set at the final two lines! there isn’t any symbolism either.

gaygo:

barefoot-winchester:

princessmarshmallow:

katethechopstick:

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

Reblogging for the iambic pentameter

IT’S NOT JUST IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER

IT’S IN RHYMING IAMBIC PENTAMETER

Um guys…not just rhyming iambic pentameter, it’s an actual sonnet.

it’s not a shakespearan sonnet! there’s not volta! no contrasting section towards the end set at the final two lines! there isn’t any symbolism either.

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spiffypop: Jimmy Stewart

spiffypop:

Jimmy Stewart

hoodoothatvoodoo: Mark Shaw ‘Audrey Hepburn’

hoodoothatvoodoo:

Mark Shaw

‘Audrey Hepburn’

m3zzaluna: love and barbed wire (lovers in the jardin des tuileries during the occupation), paris 1er, 1944 © robert doisneau, from doisneau [the war 1939-1944]

m3zzaluna:

love and barbed wire (lovers in the jardin des tuileries during the occupation), paris 1er, 1944

© robert doisneau, from doisneau [the war 1939-1944]

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you.

They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts.

Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Neil Gaiman

Audrey Hepburn getting her hair done on the set of Sabrina, photographed by Mark Shaw, 1953.

I would very much like
to fall in love with you.
Since you seen to understand
the way my muse moves.
but if we were to be
I’m afraid our crazy
would symbiotically feed
until we combust,
exothermically.
In Melon’s Head: World Shattering Breakthrough 

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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
in one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

wherememoriesarekeptbright:

I feel good. Communication is good, people. Not needing labels is also good. 

Love? Love is excellent. 

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