Now, years later, Maman’s room is as bright as it was when they finished painting it.  Photographs adorn the walls—it was Nib who read of pinhole cameras in a book in the abbey library and figured out how to make one—and the bedside table too, and the colored glass lamp overhead throws wobbly rainbows across the floor, across the bureau, across the woman sitting up in the room’s big bed.
I could hear the sirens now. “Will you explain everything to me later?”
Out of context, Life & Death sounds an awful lot like Texts from Last Night.
Inside the house, my parents did whatever banal, messy things people in the human world usually did, some of it loudly.
Thanks, Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer. 0_o
As described on the site, the blog came about due to the phenomenon in which a guy texts an inept sexual advance like “hey what’s your bra size :)” or “what would you do if you were here haha lol ;)” apropos of nothing, in order to the to hook up with someone.
OH COME ON those teeny butter knives aren’t gonna kill anyone, just go the ER you big babies. #stageversion5evr
I actually think the restructuring to put “Officer Krupke” before the rumble and “Cool” after is one of the things that the movie improved upon. Where they fell in the stage version seems incongrous
I will concede on that particular point. I didn’t particularly like the movie adaptation because I was a baby theatre (THAT’S RIGHT, I WROTE “THEATRE”) snob raised by the best.
A wider mug with two fish slip trailed on the outside. The inside is a glossy turquoise-tinted celadon. The outside is a glossy clear, blue, and white combo.
