Oh Christmas at Hogwarts…
i dont go on skype anymore. chat with me by screaming as loud as you can into the night sky. i will be listening
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.
THIS IS THE MOST BRILLIANT POSY I HAVE EVER SEEN.
Guys, that’s not only Iambic, that’s a fucking sonnet. *claps*
Elementary: a summary
[muffled rap music playing in the distance]
Night Vale is an ancient place, full of history and secrets, as we were reminded today. But it is also a place of the present moment; full of life, and of us. If you can hear my voice, speaking life, then you know: we are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?
Benedict reading the lyrics to R. Kelly’s song
Lupita Nyong’o for DuJour Magazine (x)
So, for reasons unbeknownst to myself, I decided to take some tweets from the SeaWall Q+A with Andrew today and add them to moments from Sherlock. For example:
22+ more under the cut