Please fight her, hell fight her sisters too while you're at it. Her books are so boring and I'll never forgive her for writing that fucking Jane Eyre long-winded pice of shit.
You could fight him but why would you want to? Hes a dapper french man who wants to separate church and state. If you do fight him make it clean because you'll kick his ass no problem.
Edgar Allan Poe:
Do not fight Poe, the man is literally the embodiment of sadness. He just needs a hug and a cup of tea (just punch him a few times for marrying his cousin)
NO NO NO NO why would you even think about fighting her?! She is literally a wonderful person who just wanted happiness.
Yes please fight him, you two can fight until dawn and you'll probably lose in the end out of exhaustion since the whole time it will probably be him giving a long-winded intro.
You can fight him but he would probably kick your ass since that moustache of his gives him special powers of some shit.
NO NO NO HELL NO DO NOT FIGHT SIGMUND FREUD!!!! Not because you could kick his ass or him yours. It's that if you could he would probably gain easier out of it thus making the entire thing awkward and unpleasent.
Go right ahead and be my guest, he was a tall man and Irish so he would kick your ass. He also would look fashionable while doing so.
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FIGHT AYN RAND!!! DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY?!?!
fight him but watch him bring in Ingles and then they will both beat you up while telling to you free yourself from your chains or something like that.
Really excited to be posting this! Been working on these little illustrations of some of the most influential female writers over the past few days, and this is the result! I hope you like them, hopefully I’ll be able to post something (arguably) even more exciting soon to do with them, and how they play a role in decorating my new uni room!
Feel free to print these off if you like, cut and stick them wherever, I do not mind at all, they are my gift to you. x
You rolled your eyes at the prom poster decorated on the school pillar. The annual mating call is back, you thought. You despised prom – it was just a call for drunken idiots and popular people reminding everyone of their status. You had to take a date, god forbid if you didn’t. You’d live it down your whole life. As you approached the pillar your arm instinctively stretched out and ripped the poster off, tossing it in the trash bin near the school entrance. You heard a distant ‘hey!’, but you ignored it as you walked into the school, heading toward your locker to grab your copy of The Sun Also Rises for your literature class.
“Hey, pussycat,” you didn’t bother to turn around. You’d be able to pick-out that incredibly annoying, unwanted voice anywhere. Jason Bomming. He’d been a pain in your ass since the beginning of high school and had been completely relentless to you since. He was the one person who knew which buttons to continuously push. “Choosing to ignore me today? Aw, kitten, you wound me.” You slammed your locker and turned quickly, shoving him out of your way. You had caught him by surprise and he stumbled back, almost landing on his ass.
“Choosing the usual amount of annoying today? Disappointing, really.” Your voice oozed of sarcasm as you stepped away from him and heading to your class, passing up a student who looked lost, someone you had never seen before. Must be new.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
Oh my, what can I say about Sylvia Plath?! Sylvia and Charlotte Brontë are the two women whose words touch my soul so deeply. I connect and relate to these ladies and their way of speaking and thinking. Their words makes me feel as though I’m not alone. They make me feel as though somehow in the expanse of this great universe and over the duration of millenniums that there was someone who thought like me and understood is amazing. And that I have the ability to access those thoughts and ideas and read them and cherish them is the true blessing. I love the written word because I know that it’s not only helped me get through a lot of emotions and hard times, but that it has helped millions of others to learn, to love, to expand their minds, and to feel.
The vulgarity of Bukowski, the darkness of Dickinson, the tenacity of the Brontë sisters, the wit of Fitzgerald, the truthfulness of Hemingway, the confusion of Plath, the elegance of Chopin, the relatable tone of Camus, and the hopefulness of Hugo. I carry their art and their sweat with me everywhere. I wish to shed their excellence with each step I take so that they may live on to inspire others.
As requested: nine variations of the replica Star Princess costumes. Tried to pick actual stage photos of all so they get about the same light. Backstage they vary a LOT more. But they’re made for stage lights, after all.
1. Janine Kitzen in Stuttgart 2003. I think her skirt is an elder Dutch one, with decorated silk ribbons between the stars instead of beads. She wore a lot of Dutch costumes overall, maybe her u/s wardrobe from back in her days with the Dutch production? Scalloped hem, and rather delicate shadings in this one.
2. Kyoko Suzuki (?), Tokyo 1992. Bolder colours but also a strong ombre effect. Very romantic tutu like skirt, and so much silver fringe all around the top bodice. And large royal blue arm puffs.
3. Sylvia Rhyne (?), Canadian Far East Tour 1995. Highly tabbed bodice with parts of the beading pointing down, the other half pointing up - usually specific to the US. Bright colours in the bodice, with strong pink turning into royal blue, and the ruffle is royal blue too. Bead fringe over the bust. The skirt is large and bell shaped, and with ombre effect.
4. Claire Lyon, World Tour 2013. Bodice pretty much the same as the original Aussie costumes, but the skirt is narrower and with a top layer of silver stars, I think this was made in South Korea. Also very bright bodice with dominant pink shadings. The ruffles over the bust turns into actual puffed sleeves, in one continuous strip. The bodice and skirt doesn’t really blend.
5. Marina Prior, Melbourne 1990. The original Aussie costume. Very sculpted skirt, where the rows of stars are placed within the folds, and with a large bell shape. The bodice in large the same as the current World Tour ones, but the shading correspond more with the skirt.
6. Sofia Escobar, West End 2012. Brighter colours and shinier fabrics. Much of the blue of the bodice is covered by the peach/metallic ruffle. The puffed sleeves are “half moons” attached to the bodice with elastics. Scalloped hem.
7. Sarah Brightman, Broadway 1988. Romantic tutu like skirt, as the Japanese one. Rather straight bodice with a strong pink/blue shading, and a V shaped row of bead fringe over the bust.
8. Elizabeth Loyacano, Las Vegas. Bell shaped skirt and hourglass shaped bodice. Bodice going from purplish blue to bright pink to baby pink, blending very well with the skirt’s baby pink shade. Defined beading pointing downwards in the lower half of the bodice, and upwards in the upper half - unique to the US, except a handful of Canadian bodices.
9. Charlotte Page, West End 1999. Bell shaped skirt and pointed bodice. Nice ombre effect throughout, going from sky blue in top bodice to bright pink in lower bodice and top skirt, to almost white in skirt hem. Large shoulder puffs, and both bead fringe and ruffle over the bust. Scalloped hem.
I got a lovely message from someone today, asking me what books I would suggest to people who follow my blog, books people might enjoy reading, so I’m going to post a list of my favorite books! I hope you all enjoy the list, and find something you might like to read! :)
Favorite books (and a few plays) in no particular order:
To Kill A Mockingbird: Harper Lee
The Great Gatsby: F. Scott Fitzgerald
A Moveable Feast: Ernest Hemingway
Franny and Zooey: J.D. Salinger
Jane Eyre: Charlotte Brontë
Mrs. Dalloway: Virginia Woolf
The Bell Jar: Sylvia Plath
Fahrenheit 451: Ray Bradbury
A Streetcar Named Desire: Tennessee Williams
Leaves of Grass: Walt Whitman
Enduring Love: Ian McEwan
Never Let Me Go: Kazuo Ishiguro
The Things They Carried: Tim O'Brien
This Is Where I Leave You: Jonathan Tropper
A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man: James Joyce
Madame Bovary: Gustave Flaubert
Crime and Punishment: Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Seagull: Anton Chekhov
Slaughterhouse-Five: Kurt Vonnegut
On The Road: Jack Kerouac
Pride and Prejudice: Jane Austen
The Beautiful and Damned: F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Old Man and The Sea: Ernest Hemingway
Great Expectations: Charles Dickens
The Best Poems of The English Language: A Collection by Harold Bloom
The Letters of John Keats
The Age of Innocence: Edith Wharton
Atonement: Ian McEwan