It’s been a long time
Since I’ve ventured on tumblr. If anyone even still reads this, thanks! It’s been a whirlwind of a life.
I’m living my dream. Moving to the city, with my best friend who I am honored enough to be married to, for my dream job.
Heading to the semi finals for spoken word poetry. For the national competition.
My own tiny apartment with lights hanging and art on the walls- coffee everywhere.
Hundreds of recipes to make bodies feel good.
The incredible determination of my husband to reach our goals of our first marathon and triathlon for his Olympic run for 2020.
Working on my book. ❤️
God is good.
PUSHING DAISIES: THE MUSICAL. IT’S HAPPENING!
gothiccharmschool:
dreamimpossibledream:
“A stage musical adaptation of the short-lived but beloved cult TV series PUSHING DAISIES is being prepped for production according to a new interview with the show’s creator, Bryan Fuller.”
Read more here!
Please oh please oh please.
(And a reminder that I finally need to finish watching S2 of it. No, I haven’t seen all the episodes. There are reasons for that.)
LEE PACE
Episode 4 saw the words Bad Wolf appear for the first time. I just made it up on a whim, cos I liked the idea of the TARDIS being graffiti’d. But then I spent the rest of the episode idly wondering who that kid was, why he wrote those odd words. And, having dismissed notions of Evil Super Villain Kid, a plan began to form, in mid-production. Knowing that Rose would become the Time Goddess at the end of the series, I wondered if a Time Goddess would imprint herself on the universe, creating things in her image, like the face of Jesus in a bagel. Better still, these signs would actually summon her into existence. That’s the sort of thing you think about in this job, late at night. And then I worked backwards, inserting Bad Wolf references into almost every script. Funnily enough, I never told anyone what I was doing, in case it didn’t work, but the design department picked up on it—they didn’t even ask what it meant, they just offered to stencil it on Captain Jack’s bomb, in German. The idea spread without anyone knowing what it meant. Which is very Bad Wolf in itself.
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
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The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (via hymnaries)
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I’ve learned that when you’re nice to people who envy you, they dislike you even more, which is frightening. I’ve met people who didn’t like me, and I’ve never done anything to them. They scowl at me like they are determined to make me mad, and I just smile back at them. I pray for those people and feel sorry for them, because obviously they are not happy and have low self-esteem.
