Heroes wallpaper/general graphic situation I just made. Pretty satisfied with it, I gotta say. My two beloved babies, bathing in the dark and light… *sighs contentedly*

The words on the scroll are a lyric from “I Come With Knives” by IAMX. It’s a kickass track and made me think of these babies.

100 Most Beautiful Words in the English Language

Compiled by some other blogger.  Just sort of posting for my own future reference as a writer n’ all that.  ENJOY, BITCHES.

Ailurophile A cat-lover.

Assemblage A gathering.

Becoming Attractive.

Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks.

Brood To think alone.

Bucolic In a lovely rural setting.

Bungalow A small, cozy cottage.

Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye.

Comely Attractive.

Conflate To blend together.

Cynosure A focal point of admiration.

Dalliance A brief love affair.

Demesne Dominion, territory.

Demure Shy and reserved.

Denouement The resolution of a mystery.

Desuetude Disuse.

Desultory Slow, sluggish.

Diaphanous Filmy.

Dissemble Deceive.

Dulcet Sweet, sugary.

Ebullience Bubbling enthusiasm.

Effervescent Bubbly.

Efflorescence Flowering, blooming.

Elision Dropping a sound or syllable in a word.

Elixir A good potion.

Eloquence Beauty and persuasion in speech.

Embrocation Rubbing on a lotion.

Emollient A softener.

Ephemeral Short-lived.

Epiphany A sudden revelation.

Erstwhile At one time, for a time.

Ethereal Gaseous, invisible but detectable.

Evanescent Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.

Evocative Suggestive.

Fetching Pretty.

Felicity Pleasantness.

Forbearance Withholding response to provocation.

Fugacious Fleeting.

Furtive Shifty, sneaky.

Gambol To skip or leap about joyfully.

Glamour Beauty.

Gossamer The finest piece of thread, a spider’s silk.

Halcyon Happy, sunny, care-free.

Harbinger Messenger with news of the future.

Imbrication Overlapping and forming a regular pattern.

Imbroglio An altercation or complicated situation.

Imbue To infuse, instill.

Incipient Beginning, in an early stage.

Ineffable Unutterable, inexpressible.

Ingénue A naïve young woman.

Inglenook A cozy nook by the hearth.

Insouciance Blithe nonchalance.

Inure To become jaded.

Labyrinthine Twisting and turning.

Lagniappe A special kind of gift.

Lagoon A small gulf or inlet.

Languor Listlessness, inactivity.

Lassitude Weariness, listlessness.

Leisure Free time.

Lilt To move musically or lively.

Lissome Slender and graceful.

Lithe Slender and flexible.

Love Deep affection.

Mellifluous Sweet sounding.

Moiety One of two equal parts.

Mondegreen A slip of the ear.

Murmurous Murmuring.

Nemesis An unconquerable archenemy.

Offing The sea between the horizon and the offshore.

Onomatopoeia A word that sounds like its meaning.

Opulent Lush, luxuriant.

Palimpsest A manuscript written over earlier ones.

Panacea A solution for all problems

Panoply A complete set.

Pastiche An art work combining materials from various sources.

Penumbra A half-shadow.

Petrichor The smell of earth after rain.

Plethora A large quantity.

Propinquity Proximity; Nearness

Pyrrhic Successful with heavy losses.

Quintessential Most essential.

Ratatouille A spicy French stew.

Ravel To knit or unknit.

Redolent Fragrant.

Riparian By the bank of a stream.

Ripple A very small wave.

Scintilla A spark or very small thing.

Sempiternal Eternal.

Seraglio Rich, luxurious oriental palace or harem.

Serendipity Finding something nice while looking for something else.

Summery Light, delicate or warm and sunny.

Sumptuous Lush, luxurious.

Surreptitious Secretive, sneaky.

Susquehanna A river in Pennsylvania.

Susurrous Whispering, hissing.

Talisman A good luck charm.

Tintinnabulation Tinkling.

Umbrella Protection from sun or rain.

Untoward Unseemly, inappropriate.

Vestigial In trace amounts.

Wafture Waving.

Wherewithal The means.

Woebegone Sorrowful, downcast.

Freaking out a bit, but trying to compose myself.

If you’re following me, you probably know about the huge, solar eclipsing lady boner I have for Zachary Quinto. What you may or may not know is that I live in Pittsburgh, which is his hometown (which makes him so much more special to me in so many inspirational ways). And ummm. He’s posting instagram pics of his mother, who I know still lives in Greentree. Guys. I think he’s near me.  Before the Door pictures is having the Pittsburgh premiere of their movie Breakup at a Wedding this weekend, and it would totally make sense if he was in town for that. Guys. I. Can’t. Even.

My schedule for tomorrow: casually stalk the Dormont area (where the BaaW theater is) without seeming too ridiculously desperate.

Desperately searching for a certain bootleg...

People, I’m having a craving.  A craving that only a full bootleg of the off-Broadway 2010 production of Tony Kushner’s Angels in America can satisfy.

Yup, it’s the one starring Zachary Quinto and Christian Borle. The video EXISTS. I know it does, cause there’s this beautiful youtube evidence:



I’m gonna get my hands on a copy of the play to read ASAP, cause it seems like an absolutely brilliant piece of work, and I need to shove this revival in my eyes before I die of deprivation.

Sooooo, if anyone knows where this link is floating around on any Broadway bootleg site, or if you have a copy of it yourself (I actually have a few bootlegs I could trade for it, I could do graphics commissions, or just be your sex slave for the rest of the foreseeable future)… PLEASE, get in contact with me.  I need this. This ain’t no mothafuckin’ game.

Third Star...

This fucking movie. I have never reacted to a movie in this much of an emotional way in my entire life.  Oh my god… Knowing that the ending was gonna be too much for me to handle, I watched the first hour or so about a week or two ago and saved the ending for a rainy day. Tonight was a chilly night, so I figured, why the hell not? Fast forward 20 minutes, and here I am, bawling my eyes out. (spoiler alert under the cut)

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First of all, hello. :) I believe I haven’t yet text posted on my blog in the almost-year that I’ve had it.  But I’ve been thinking lately, why not give this true blogger schtick a try?  So unless any of you lovely followers I’ve somehow gained object, I may start text posting some nonsense every now and again.  Maybe make some friends…? *fingers held in permanent crossies position*


There must be something in the air, some sorta creative gases let into my house by the government or something. (#ThanksObama) But today, I actually FEEL like a MUSICIAN. I don’t feel like a total wannabe, try-hard, piece of shit like I usually do. Whoawhoawhoa. Maybe I’ll post something on here for you guys to listen to…? Perhaps?

Note to Self:

Don’t start political discussions with your parents if you don’t want to be insulted, mocked, and altogether ignored.

Maybe if I tattoo that to my forehead, I’ll actually remember it after all these years of trying. *loud sighing* Of course, because expressing my opinion on an injustice means that I need to “get off my high horse” and am being an inconsiderate bitch. Haha. I love the place I live in.
 *smashes head against wall for hour straight*

Holy FUCK ME...

That was insane. In the most amazing sort of way.

Pittsburgh Pride in the Street with Adam Lambert, baby. I spent the night swimming in a sea of gays and dancing like a freak to one of my biggest inspirations.  This was the second time I saw Adam, and oh my lord, I could write novels about all the ways he’s inspired me, opened my mind, made me shake my bootay with glitter on my face… He’s actually what made me realize that theatricality and music could go hand in hand, which made me realize that my true calling in life was really music.  And campy ridiculous entertainment in general.

*sighs loudly* *sinks into pile of feathers* Fucking A, man. Or should I say, Fucking GAY, man.

And seeing Tommy JoeFuckMe Ratliff wasn’t too bad either. Cutie with the nonexistent booty on the lead guitar… And they played QUEEN…. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I can’t even anymore. I’m done.

If I actually lost followers due to my post of sexual frustration towards middle aged men, I think those unfollowing stragglers got lost on their way to the Fuck Giving Convention.  You’re way off, better calibrate the GPS honeys, cause I DON’T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK.  *thrusts* 

I swear, if I don’t marry some dude who’s at least a decade older than me, I don’t think I’ll be able to understand anything about my brain or my lady bits.

The Decemberists - Everything I Try to Do, Nothing Seems to Turn Out Right

“There’s this nagging suspicion that won’t leave me alone tonight…”

GPO-fucking-Y, everyone. Yup.  It’s one of those evenings.  Self-deprecation and loneliness are the prime ways to spend your weeknights.  Good thing Colin’s lovely enough to make it work.