The Secret History: classical sculpture, messy paints, museums, umbrellas blown upside-down from walking in the wind, long midnight drives, stoplights in the middle of nowhere, handwritten letters, books in translation, running away and away and away again until you find the place you know is yours, wide windows, reciting poetry from memory, coats with pockets and cigarette afternoons, convertibles in the rain, the top floors of university libraries, needing to know
Doctor Who (RTD Era): space, the colors pink and gold and blue and brown, stargazing and memorizing the names of the stars, historical fiction novels, that feeling you get when you come back home after a long adventure, maps and atlases, dancing at two a.m., missing your best friend, remembering just how big the universe is, long road trips, exotic foods, are we there yet’s, blankets in the backs of pick-up trucks, sappy chick flicks and hand holding, shoes with their soles worn down, cups of tea gone cold, promising forever and meaning it
Harry Potter: winter scarves, believing in magic, clandestine meetings, not being old enough to do all the things you want, castles with secrets, wide staircases, the forest at night, making blanket forts with your best friends, dreaming about flying, skipping class to go ice skating on the lake, the frost on window-panes, seeing things out of the corner of your eye, pinky-swears, mugs of hot chocolate that keep your hands warm, leather-bound books on mythology, candles
The Song of Achilles: fig trees and laurel crowns, the colors white and gold and red, foot races, freckles, the vastness of the ocean, ships with billowing cream-colored sales, camping at the beach and waking up just in time for the sunrise, thousands of tiny flowers, being scared of the future but not scared enough to let go of the things you love, bonfires, acoustic guitars, cuddles and eskimo kisses, going through old journals, the end of summer when you don’t want to say goodbye, saying goodbye
The Lord of the Rings: potted plants, coffee in the mornings, the view from the tops of mountains, great rivers that seem to run forever, open spaces, walking boots, new cities and old maps, the sunlight glittering in the trees at dawn, exploration, rediscovering long-lost friends, those moments when the earth feels so solid beneath your feet, cranberry scones, UPS packages delivered to the wrong door, the English countryside, the glint of gold in the sun, old songs played on a Celtic whistle, not being able to go back to exactly the way things were, not being alone
Hamlet: mirrors cracked down the middle, premonitions, your shadow under the streetlights, empty cavernous halls, flowers on the surface of lakes, books with the words all jumbled together, wanting to escape, sitting in the back row at the theater, stage lights, those times when you feel like you’re being followed, bare feet on cold tiles, crying quietly by yourself, soft tree branches shaking, the absolute silence of midnight, cemeteries, suit cases, love letters, hiding in your room when strangers visit, praying to whoever will listen
The Picture of Dorian Grey: carnations, the colors ivory and gold, fancy clothes, portraits with crumbling paint, heavy velvet curtains closing after an orchestral performance, people chattering over a meal, being scared to die, seeing your upside-down reflection on the back of a spoon, pearl necklaces, moodiness, the opera, that pang of something you first felt when you turned twenty, finishing a book and not being able to read another one just yet, stage lights, the concept of eternity, missing the last train home
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