Office by Alex Penny
Sporadic tv show addict. Constant caffeine addict. Lover of flowers, trees, music and books. Delighted fan of random absurdities. Over-analyzer of everything. Truth-seeker. Never so content as when I'm by the sea.
"The sea is the consolation of this our day, as it has been the consolation of the centuries.
The sea is the matrix of creation, and we have the memory of it in our blood.
But far more than this is there in the sea.
It presents, upon the greatest scale we mortals can bear, those not mortal powers which brought us into being. It is not only the symbol or the mirror, but especially it is the messenger of the Divine."
"... All that which concerns the sea is profound and final."
Hilaire Belloc
Fairytales, re-told and original. Art. Cooking, especially Baking. Music. Books. Reading. Libraries. Fashion and pretty clothing.
I just love this quote. It’s so easily overlooked, seen as unimportant, until you see the prequels. Because then you realize how utterly true and heartbreaking that phrase is. “He died about the same time your father did.” Meaning that Obi-Wan, that is, everything that made him who he was, his faith, his joy, his light, was murdered, killed, at the same time that Anakin was lost to the Dark Side. When Anakin became Vader, Obi-Wan became Ben. Anakin and Obi-Wan died together on that planet. Only Vader and Ben left it alive. One full of hate and darkness, the other a broken shell that was merely existing, not even really living. These two men were so deeply entwined, so bonded together in the force, that when one died, so did the other. That is the real definition of true love.
Sobbing.
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Years from now, when the rest of the world catches up with us and realizes what a fantastic show this was, we’ll be able to look back and say, “I was there.” And, yes, I realize I’m making it sound as though Fringe is, like, the signing of the Declaration of Independence or something, but it was a truly monumental moment in television—one that I’m incredibly grateful to have witnessed. And I’m glad that you were there with me.
Every once in a while you come across a television show, or a movie, or a book that is so unquestionably great that it gives you a kind of cathartic experience. When a story comes together so exquisitely, it’s like the perfect song, or, to use a comparison that Walter would approve of, like baking the perfect soufflé—where all the elements coalesce in just the right way to create a masterpiece. When you find this rare work of collective genius, it’s like a key that reaches into your soul and unlocks every emotion that the human spirit is capable of feeling, flooding your senses with an entire spectrum of sensations all at once, making the story feel more real than reality itself. After all, that’s what stories are: alternate realities. They allow us to experience things that we can’t imagine on our own, feel things we’ve never felt before, and discover worlds that are different from the one we live in. I, for one, am so grateful to have spent the past five seasons living part-time in the world of Fringe. (Both of them.) In the words of Walter Bishop, “I think I shall miss them…more than I imagined.”
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[Sinclair Dress by J. Crew]
Always reminds me of the first few chapters of THE DARKEST MINDS.
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The tune I wrote for The Raven Boys. Other musicians: Kate Hummel, Matt Montero.
And the track I wrote for Forever. Violin: Kate Hummel. Everything else: me.
The track I wrote and recorded for The Scorpio Races. Violin and some additional foot-stomping by Kate Hummel. Everything else: me.
And, finally, the tune I wrote for Ballad. Fiddle is Kate Hummel. Whistles and bodhrans and harps and all that jazz are me.
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[Diane Kruger by Simon Emmett]
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kiss me, hardy
MY HEART. If you haven’t read Code Name Verity, do it. Do it and cry with me.
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The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can.
She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.
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