Currently watching: Major Crimes S3, Masters of Sex S2, and rewatching Heroes

and theatre, loads of theatre.

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Dodi. Deluded dork. Part of "Lords of Idiocy Duo". // // This is a blog about nothing in particular.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

— Robert Frost


The X-Files Theme, a piano/violin/cello version

Theme originally by Mark Snow, this was put together by me

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I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

Virginia Woolf, From a diary entry dated 5 November 1931 (via lipfused)


“If you could say it in words, there would be no reason to paint.”
Edward Hopper


Scully, drawn in PS.


"I’m writing a play about the nature of truth, and how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language. For example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ are used to refer to the exact same people at the exact same time. With everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. Yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. Because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right."

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Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

— Margaret Atwood, Good Bones  (via beautyisinallthingss)


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"Passengers. This is not a shoe. This is disorder. This is size ten chaos. This— see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home there is one thing that’s between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. Clothing? Shields? No. Order. Order is the barrier that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us on this train of life remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our particular, preordained position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn’t wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn’t belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat. You are a shoe. I belong on the head. You belong on the foot. Yes? So it is." - Snowpiercer (2013)