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“Sherlock Holmes and His Times”, T. S. Eliot, The Criterion, April 1929.
This is deep, man
In highschool my friends and I went through a phase where we’d smack each other and go “IT DOSN’T MATTER IT’S IN THE PAST”
there will come a day when i do not reblog this. today is not that day.
one of my main nicknames courtesy of my family is “emmy” and my uncle was like “what if you marry a guy named anthony whose nickname is tony then you’d be emmy and tony”
and then “what if his last name was award”
and then my cousin put in “if you have a son you could name him oscar”
emmy, tony, and oscar award
oh my god
sell oscar to leonardo dicaprio
It appears we have lost our burglar
#Finnick Odair is that like that one character in every anime who always appears with sparkles round his face #and who flirts with all the blushing girls and makes them go ‘eeehhhhh!’ #and you think he’s just a sexy comic relief character #until suddenly one episode it’s like BAM BACKSTORY #and it turns out he was forced to murder for entertainment #and his family was killed horribly #and he can never be with the woman he loves #and he’s being forced to have sex with half the Capitol #and that’s why he acts all provocative all the time #and suddenly the sparkles are gone and you stare at this character with tears streaming down your face #and you whisper ‘Finnick-sama’ as the wind tosses the tendrils of your hair.