... "And that's the end," she said, and she saw in his eyes, as the interest in the story died away in them, something else take its place; something wondering, pale, like a reflection of light, which at once made him gaze and marvel. Turning, she looked across the bay, and and there, sure enough, coming regularly across the waves first two quick strokes and then one long steady stroke, was the light of the Lighthouse. It had been lit. In a moment he would ask her, "Are we going to the Lighthouse?" And she would have to say "No: not tomorrow; your father says not." Happily, Mildred came in to fetch them,and the bustle distracted them. But he kept looking back over his shoulder as Mildred carried him out, and she was certain that he was thinking, we are not going to the Lighthouse tomorrow; and she thought, he will remember that all his life. ...
Woolf
7/28/2012
7/27/2012
7/22/2012
7/21/2012
jenna wiggins as miranda july as colin self as joanna newsom
You have no idea how happy this makes me.
Also now I am going to be channeling Miranda July for the next few weeks until I forget again how much I love her.
7/20/2012
7/09/2012
peachyeyey
So this happened.
All other attempts at creative work so far have been dud.
Oh internet, I have not been trying very hard.
I suppose I should also plug Cadavre Exquis (my turn my turn!) ...
Went out firefly hunting last night, but nothing for my project came of it.
Mmph.
7/05/2012
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