922, shares a birthday with the gentlemen of the Shire. Quotes Shakespeare and Blair Waldorf with equal indifference and flair. Intends to wed a certain musician who goes by the name of Ryan Star. I like my men, books, cities and coffee all the same way- tragic, brooding and grand.
Mon
Jan
26
“ I’m going to get this woman. I shall take her away from her husband who is desecrating her and I shall even snatch her from the bosom of the God she worships. What a delightful thought: to be the cause and cure of her remorse! Far be it from me to try and break down the prejudices which worry her! They’ll merely help to increase my happiness and my reputation. I want her to have these high principles—and to sacrifice them for my sake! I want her to be horrified by her sins yet unable to resist sinning.
Les Liaisons Dangereuses, Choderlos de Laclos
Thu
Jan
15
“ No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
T.S.Eliot
I’ve always wanted to be one of those people whose life is up for various interpretations. You could write an epic novel about me or chronicle my worth in a few, carefully constructed sentences, for example- The tempestuous beauty resigned herself to a life of luxury in the Venetian count’s crumbling palazzo. His melancholic nature was the result of an ancient curse but could not suppress her joie de vive, she soon found herself swept off her feet by a charming young arsonist.
It was during this torturous affair that she spewed out her first and last novel, widely hailed as the piece de resistance of the 21st century.
Sadly, a follow up to her masterpiece never saw the light of day because she died of food poisoning on a visit back to her home country. The end
See? Open to various interpretations.
“ A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
William Shakespeare
