I Don't Quite- I. Okay. Hm. Hmmm.

Just got transferred to Gotham Police Department from Central City, and it's so...weird?? There was an immediate drug bust, the perps were wearing speedos and joker masks, my partner just subtracted 20% of the cocain as "travelling fees" 'cause we're driving through the east end?? What! is! this place!!

At least rent's low.

The man who saw her lips and knew defeat

Embraced the earth before her bonny feet;

And as the breeze passed through her musky hair

The men of Rome watched wondering in despair.

Her eyes spoke promises to those in love,

Their fine brows arched coquettishley above—

Those brows sent glancing messages that seemed

To offer everything her lovers dreamed.

The pupils of her eyes grew wide and smiled,

And countless souls were glad to be beguiled;

The face beneath her curls glowed like soft fire;

Her moneyed lips provoked the world's desire;

But those who thought to feast there found her eyes

Held pointed daggers to protect the prize,

And since she kept her council no-one knew—

Despite the claims of some—what she would do.

Her mouth was tiny as a needles eye,

Her breath as quickening as Jesus' sigh;

Her chin was dimpled with a silver well

In which a thousand drowning Josephs fell;

A glistening jewel held her hair in place,

Which like a veil obscured her lovely face.

The Conference of the Birds, Attar

- excerpt from the gentle version by sylvie

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.

Le rayon vert

dir. Éric Rohmer

1986

saw an opinion i disagreed with and didn’t say anything about it. +350XP

Here's the one piece of uni advice I'll ever give: enjoy something about everything you do. There's gotta be one aspect, one Thing you like. Make it. Create it. I myself really enjoy writing with my fountain pen. It's smooth and feels liquid as I go. Really improves this note-taking business. You might like listening to very specific music as you walk to lecture. Buy a fancy lipstick. Wear it to seminars. Bam. Better mood. Paint your nails before a presentation. Wear those uber-comfortable socks you have. Find nice background vibes. Remove layers of hate from something hateable.

You've never heard AnnenMayKantereit soulfully cry about how Love is saying the truth and it being so easy, the easiest words being "no" and "I'm not ready yet" and how she makes every day so simple and the biggest question is what they'll do today and how maybe, just maybe, this time it could work, because she is sweet and compassionate and loves snow in winter and every season and this time, it could work, it would be so beautiful if this time, maybe it could work, maybe- and it shows.

third week in Gotham after getting tranferred here from Central City:

Ok, routine took some getting used to, but I think I've got it now: Avoid elderly neighbor's house; niece is called...Dolphin? Fish? Yeah, don't mess with her.

College boy on the corner isn't selling drugs, he's just prepping for finals and hasn't felt sun in days.

Avoid favourite coffee shop around 4pm: That's Poison Ivy's usual time and she sometimes throws hands with the bartender. Who also knows her order off by heart. They have the weirdest relationship.