Hey tumblr, what’s your favorite Shakespearean sonnet?
Ooh! Choices, choices. I’ve worked on 113, so it has a special place in my heart, but 128 is unbelievably tender and just a little bit smutty. And to cheat even more and add a third, 98 is just plain gorgeous.
29 and 116.
Because the first time I ever heard them read aloud was in the 1987 “Beauty and the Beast” TV series, and now I can’t not imagine them in Ron Perlman’s voice.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: The last person on earth she expected to find in her kitchen in the middle of the night was Matt Smith, though she wonders how he manages to continue surprising her. The man thrives on showing up at the most inconvenient times – in the middle of balls, at two in the morning when she’s in her nightgown. Oh lord, her nightgown. Blushing furiously, Alex wraps her dressing gown tighter around her frame and crosses her arms over her chest, ignoring Matt’s knowing smirk. Honestly, at times he can be downright lecherous. “What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
A/N: Chapter title from Reminder by Mumford and Sons.
Sometimes I’ll be listening to the radio and a song will come on and I think I recognize it and then I realize it’s the original version of the song and the one I was thinking of is the Weird Al parody.
My mom is dying. And I don't know how to feel. She is my mom and I love her and we have had good times but there were times where she physically and verbally abused me. She also messed me up mentally. So I don't even know what to do. I spent so much time trying to avoid her and now I feel like a horrible person.
Oh sweetie. I am so very, very sorry. *massive hug*
I think a person’s relationship with their mother can be possibly the most complex of relationships, especially if the person is female. You’re not a horrible person. It’s understandable. My own mom went through something like this when her mother was dying - all these feelings, positive and negative, come bubbling to the surface, and there you are, trying to sort through them and figure out what’s what. Very confusing, and always painful.
If you can, try and forgive her. For your own sake, if not hers. Try to keep the good times in mind, try to make some nice new memories (depending on her state, obviously - like, if she is bedridden, maybe have a cup of tea together, or read to her, or something), and try to let go of the pain. Try and remember that she loved you, even if her behaviour was sometimes awful. Believe me, I’m not defending abuse. But if the time you have is limited, try and get past it, even if it is in a lip service kind of way. Pretend you have a fresh start, and you can actually have one.
You won’t ever forget. But your heart will be lighter in the end if you can forgive…and remember that you grew up to be a strong, beautiful person, and you were able to put the past behind you.