LT: 22, a lesbian immigrant from Texas who is living in the United Kingdom. Stuck around in North Wales for a while and studied English Literature with Creative Writing. Currently taking a MA in Scriptwriting at UEA and lucky enough to have an incredible girlfriend.
I reblog random shit and I occasionally post some of my writing, when time allows.
Personal posts happen, as this is a personal blog.
I'm currently attempting to recover from an ED. It's a work in progress. I post about it sometimes, but with TWs if applicable.
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I NEED TO CHECK MY PRIVILEGE.
I'd rather know, learn and apologise than be a jackass.
365/3012; #1 - The Princess Bride, 1987
“To the pain” means the first thing you lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists, next your nose. The next thing you lose will be your left eye, then your right. Your ears you keep, and I’ll tell you why: so every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, “God, what is that thing” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what “to the pain” means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
(Source: gaerie, via yaragreyjoy)
But then I guess we know there’s blame to share.
(oh god, I saw this tonight and it was incredible - it was my first musical / West End show. I can’t believe it took me so long to see this!)