I am listening to Worn and just trying to process the events of the past two days right now. And yes, you should ll go listen to that ASAP. Let me see redemption win Let me know the struggle ends That you can mend a heart that’s frail and torn I want to know a … More Thoughts on Fasting, Selfishness, and a Crazy Love Story
I am listening to Sherlock read Ode to a Nightingale. And it makes me way too happy. And I should be doing homework. So I had an idea for a post tonight, but I guess that’s not happening. I still haven’t recovered from hearing Jude Law and Loki and Sherlock and Thorin read my favorite … More
There is no limit to the joy this gives me: http://nicoleyoleypoley.tumblr.com/post/22928917034/tom-hiddleston-reads-bright-star-by-john-keats And the way Jude Law says “raven tresses” and “a love whose heart is innocent:” http://speakcelebrity.tumblr.com/page/3 And Benedict Cumberbatch. And Matthew Macfayden. And Maggie Smith. And Richard Armitage. How have I never discovered this before?
I write. That’s all I do. Oh, and read like a fiend. I write for so, so many reasons. I write so I can sleep at night. I write because I can’t sleep at night. I write because I sorrow, I write because I have abundant joy. I write because I am. I don’t even … More Autobiography of an Unashamed Nerd
by m. e. roach you are more than the dust in the wind, greater than the tears on your face, braver than the lingering fear in your heart, more beautiful than the sigh inside your soul. you are more, beloved, more than the sorrows, more than the scars, and more, infinitely more, than you … More once beloved
be m. e. roach You are more than tears and dust and roses, more than ash and blue sky and old scars. you are more, beloved creature, you are the wind itself, the sky, the poetic promise to all that is broken that healing comes unstoppable as the tide, like dawn over the ocean. … More more
A poem from one of my novels. sometimes in those thousand single moments beauty collides with fate in delicate injustice- painful regulation and the absurdly terrifying sound of stillness: eyes, once opened, closed with no parenthesis, and all that is left for me to love is the memory of blue eyes that no … More A Soldier’s Homecoming