“Longwood is the most unhealthy part of the island. There is no water, no vegetation, no shade. It has never been possible to establish a kitchen garden there: the soil is parched up by the wind: in consequence this part of the island is wild and uninhabited. If the Emperor had been settled at Plantation House, where there are fine trees, water, and gardens, he would there have been as well placed as this wretched country will allow…. The idea of adding wings to the bad building of Longwood, would involve all kinds of inconveniences. It would be enlarging a ruin, and occasioning for five or six months all the annoyance of workmen. Nothing is wished for at Longwood, but repairs. For two months it has rained into the rooms of Count Las Cases and Baron Gourgaud, rendering those lodgings very unwholesome. There should be at Longwood a reservoir of water, to serve, in case of fire. The roofs are mostly of pitched paper; and a single spark might burn down the house. A great quantity of linen, and other effects, have been rendered useless by the rats; and for this want of wardrobes and drawers. The books, brought by the Newcastle, have been, for fifteen days, exposed to the same damage, for want of bookcases or shelves, to place them on, &c.”
It feels like I’m trapped in my ribcage. Why can’t I come out? If communication is the key, why can’t the words unlock my prison and set me free? My teeth are gritted, keeping the words in. Keeping me in.
I’m falling apart at the seams and I don’t know where to turn. How do I bring it up, when my tongue is weighted with cement? My mouth doesn’t remember how to form the words ‘I’m not okay’ anymore – all I know is how to smile with flowered lips as the leaves rot within.
Some can smell it on my breath – the sour tang of decay. But they can’t dig deep enough to clean me out. Even I can’t dig deep enough.
So please, when I’m silent, know better than to think I’m watering my garden.
People will continue to try and erase Peggy Carter and her significance in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Even Captain America writer Chris Markus himself downplayed her influence by saying that she was “only a girl [Steve] kissed once in a moving car” to justify their decision to introduce a new romantic interest in Civil War — Sharon Carter, who just happens to be Peggy’s grand-niece. While it’s true that Sharon’s role in the comics is much bigger than Peggy’s, she was never properly established in the MCU. There is a jarring dissonance in the film where Steve drops everything to be a pallbearer at the funeral of the love of his life and then a few scenes later, he makes out with the grand-niece who gave the eulogy. It’s a romance beat critics are calling “unearned,” “slightly icky,” and “completely unnecessary.”
The Unnamed Princess of Dorne, mother of Doran, Elia, and Oberyn, friend to Joanna Lannister, and ruler of Dorne.
As the children splashed in the pools, Daenerys watched from amongst the
orange trees, and a realization came to her. She could not tell the
highborn from the low. Naked, they were only children. All innocent, all
vulnerable, all deserving of long life, love, protection. ‘There is
your realm,’ she told her son and heir, 'remember them, in everything
you do.’ My own mother said those same words to me when I was old
enough to leave the pools. It is an easy thing for a prince to call the
spears, but in the end the children pay the price. For their sake, the
wise prince will wage no war without good cause, nor any war he cannot
hope to win.