Preservation
As the days now grow shorter and the nights darker, I try to let the metaphor of autumn give me hope instead of melancholy.
As the days now grow shorter and the nights darker, I try to let the metaphor of autumn give me hope instead of melancholy.
We would be poorer without heros, and yet they would be nothing without us.
I’d scour the library then return home with an armload of feminist literary retellings.
So I’ll wrap some twigs in newspaper and set them alight atop a log to watch them burn while the veil hangs thin.
October is an attack on the senses in the best way.
I sense that his lyrics’ timeless status in rock history owes partly to the fact that they’re sung with such raspy lust for a better world.
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
Instead we’re all Tahani and Jason: one-note and stagnant.
Mr. Knightley’s position and relevance to the Woodhouse family are not once explained in this film, and if the representation in Clueless is inaccurate, then I still have no idea why he’s always around.
That point aside, though, Trump doesn’t have Maleficent’s stoicism, Mother Gothel’s manipulative skills, or Ursula’s show-stopping stage presence.