I want to write poetry that grabs fists of your hair and rips it from the scalp of your dead skull, refusing to be lost amidst the din and the clamor of death screaming and sobbing that it is life, it is life.
I want to write words that are a weighty fist to your sternum, dispelling any breath still lingering in the dried up husks you call lungs and revealing to you that a lack of oxygen is not the only condition that constitutes a drowning man.
I want to write stories that grab the skin at the back of your neck and shove your face an inch away from the incomprehensible darkness, forcing you to confront what simmers in the depths of your soul- the repeated lament that what you see in the middle of the night behind your shuttered eye sockets is death although it claims to be life.
I am afraid the darkness knows me better than I will ever know myself, so I write to know, until there is no more to write.
I Want to Write // gretchen (via davidburked)
This makes me laugh so much. Debbie Isitt, the director of the film Nativity! gets embarrassed and giggles when Martin kisses actress Ashley Jensen making them laugh as well.
This film is mostly the actors improvising so I suppose Debbie didn’t expected them to kiss…even though they play a couple (Martin: “You wanted love…” ) lol it’s funny.
(Source: http://watsonsdick.tumblr.com/)
the-weird-ones-have-the-most-fun:
I wonder how Sir Arthur Conan Doyle would feel about all of this
Stone Romancer, John Watson: Some thoughts on John’s Sexuality
It seems to me that a man who, upon sensing that someone is making an assumption that his (male) flatmate is his boyfriend, would utter the phrase “I’m not gay!” is unlikely to comfortably and happily identify as bisexual.
