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This poem was going around in my head today, while I wrote a short story. Someone mentioned there was a recording of David Tennant reading it out there, and I went and looked, and there is…

It’s by Louis MacNeice, and it’s called Bagpipe Music (you can read it here). Oh, the last two lines.

baawri

sourcedumal

This is a screenshot from the Bollywood movie “dil dhadakne do”

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

It annoys me that so many people think Bollywood films are just rom-com plots and dancing

geniusbee

Mt. St. Helens

I’ll have limited copies of this in print at VanCAF17 this weekend, come see me at table D-11!

silentthevoice

Petition to change “he looked at her like she was the sun” to “he looked at her like she was the moon” and any other variation bc I look at the moon in wonder and love and amazement while I’ve only ever just squinted angrily at the sun

louisamayanniecat

He looked at her like she was the sun, in that he never looked at her except in frustration. He basked in her warmth, he complained when she was gone, but he never looked. On days she was muted, he complained. On days she was stronger, he hid from her. He never looked at her until she was leaving, and in the beauty of the sunset he wondered how he’d never seen her before.