I'm Tiffany.
22 year old English major/Chemistry minor.
I like words.
And explosions.
Welcome to my brain.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Hahaha, oh Lonely Island.
I have a final exam in Arthurian Legend in 5 hours.
I just started studying about 4 hours ago.
I went on a date today…another one. It was just supposed to be lunch and him helping me move some stuff to my new place, but it somehow ended up lasting all day.
I’m sitting here, on the couch of his friends, that I just met tonight, studying my face off while everyone else is asleep. His sleeping ass took over the other couch when I got up to go to the bathroom. He looks super precious right now, though.
My chin is rubbed red from his beard. I need a shower in a bad way and I look a hot mess, but somehow he still finds me attractive.
What am I doing?
Hey beautiful, you and your lovely fiance need to skype serenade me sometime soon.
You have no choice. Alex promised. :)
I miss both of you.
Mmm, oxford commas
Use it, don’t abuse it.
The Oxford Comma is a way of life.
Take that, Vampire Weekend.
Effy Stonem ~: What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex…
But on the reals…this is actually how I prewrite.
Oh man, now it’s time to take all that and actually sit down and write this bitch.
But really, I’ve done all the work already, just have to put it in full sentences with citations.
If I Die Young - The Band Perry
You may not know this, but this song is actually a tribute to “The Lady of Shalott” by Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson, which comes from the tale of Lancelot and Elaine from medieval Arthurian legend. That makes me love this video so much more now!
Here’s the most famous painted portrayal of “The Lady of Shalott” - by Waterhouse
And here is Part IV of Tennyson’s “The Lady of Shalott:”
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote 125
The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river’s dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance —
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right —
The leaves upon her falling light —
Through the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turned to towered Camelot.
For ere she reached upon the tide 150
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”
