dear pretty little liars. it’s been a long ride but it’s been an amazing one. thank you to the cast and the crew that brought this show to life. it’s become a part of me and this journey has been a beautiful one. thank you for everything. (pretty little liars, 2010 - 2017).
Helen is not of Troy
and not of Sparta.
She does not live in the towers of burning Ilium,
or the ruined palaces of once-great Greece–
No, she is found between the folds of history
over and over and over again.
Blamed and de-famed and cruelly scorned,
She is every woman who bears the burden
of the faults of men and gods.
She is all of us–
History repeating itself,
maybe to punish
maybe to teach
maybe to remind
But it does not matter–
Whatever might be the ill-taught lesson,
the shouts of the imprisoned and deprived
are forever lost in the clanging of weapons,
and forgotten women.
Sing, o goddess, the rage of Helen
–which launched not a thousand ships
but was stifled and silenced
by a war fought wrongly in her honour.
sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p
Ravenclaws are acutely aware of how powerful words are. They don’t understand how Gryffindors throw out sentences like a competition, Slytherins weave monologues with nothing but the end goal in mind, and Hufflepuffs grace everything and everyone with compliments. None of these are bad things, but Ravenclaws tend to think more about the effects of words, how they play on each other, how the placement of a word in a sentence can change the meaning. How words are beautiful and complicated and truly amazing, how people managed to create this form of communication, and in many different ways too.
genji: [looking at old photos] mccree: hey genji mccree: holy FUCK who is THAT you’re standing beside genji: oh that’s my brother hanzo mccree: HE LOOKS GOOD genji: he tried to kill me mccree: oh mccree: so i’m guessing i can’t like mccree: ask you for his number genji: mccree: genji: mccree: is that a yes or a no
House of Leaves is odd (even frustrating, at times). But the story is compelling and pulls you in. Unreliable narrator, humour at unexpected places, mystery, loose ends, with just the right amount of spooky.. It’s an autumn read through and through.