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Bookishbelle

Zoë Gulliksen





Writer in Manhattan, New York

About Me

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Things are rough but they are okay. My doctor wrote me a prescription for Vicodin but it’s not giving me that ‘high’ people claim to have nor am I getting any pain relief. People get addicted to this? I don’t feel any different at all. Does this happen?

Otherwise I’m content to wearing comfortable clothes and working on my novel. I wish my hair was longer. I wish my arm didn’t hurt like a beast draining me of all of my energy. I want a really pretty Belle dress (the blue one please) and just wear it all day and read books and not feel like myself for a little while.

I like being inside. I feel safe. I get too nervous when I go outside. I feel crazy. 

If you skipped this post its okay, the synopsis is basically ANGST ANGST ANGST

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Marking the 450th Anniversary of William Shakespeare’s Birth

For more photos from the sites of William’s Shakespeare life, explore the Shakespeare’s Birthplace, Globe Theater and Shakespeare’s Grave location pages.

Every year at the end of April, a celebration of the life and works of the great playwright William Shakespeare takes place in the market town of Stratford-upon-Avon, England. Shakespeare was born there in 1564 and cultural celebrations in Stratford’s streets, with entertainers, street performers and traditional Morris dancers, go back hundreds of years.

From his plays to his sonnets, Shakespeare’s extensive works have produced a legacy of characters, ideas, histories and, of course, words—it is thought he contributed more than 2,000 to the English language. His plays are a staple on many school curriculums, and continue to be reinterpreted on stage, rewritten in fiction and retold on screen.

The man himself is still very much a mystery and few details exist about his private life. Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway with whom he bore three children, before relocating to London to pursue his acting and writing career. He died at the age of 52 on April 23, 1616—a date which fell very near to his birthday in the same month (the exact date is unknown).

This year marks the 450th anniversary of Shakespeare’s birth and, on Saturday, a special procession will take place in Stratford, ending with celebrants laying flowers on Shakespeare’s grave in the Holy Trinity Church. The world-renowned Royal Shakespeare Company will also host a full program of shows.

I visited this place in 10th grade when my high school marching band played The Lord Minister’s New Years Day Parade.

"My heart feels so heavy and I don’t know how to carry it"
Sharon Dogar, “Annexed” (via tolosemymemory)
"I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via introspectivepoet)
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Medieval Castle, Chillingham, England
photo via cntraveler

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Medieval Castle, Chillingham, England

photo via cntraveler

"'For myself,' said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.'"
In which I discover that I really adore the way Faramir talks and that he is totally my favorite brother (sorry, Boromir). (via futureofthemasses)