The Makings of a Hero
We would be poorer without heros, and yet they would be nothing without us.
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.
Perhaps what I really need to invest in is a nightlight. Preferably dinosaur shaped.