today in history we were talking about hobos. and i thought, maybe among the hobos there were some prostitutes. hobo hoes. and maybe they were really good at it. pro hobo hoes. and maybe some of them would be into that ‘boho chic’ craze a few years ago. boho hobo pro hoes. and maybe they quite liked the nightclub scene. soho-dwelling boho hobo pro hoes.
“In a real historical piece, if they tried to make everything slavishly right any show would be unwatchable, because there would be too much that the audience couldn’t understand. The audience would be constantly distracted by details like un-filmably dark building interiors, ugly missing teeth, infants being given broken-winged songbirds as disposable toys to play with, crush, and throw away, and Marie Antoinette relieving herself on the floor at Versailles. Despite its hundreds of bathrooms, one of Versailles’ marks of luxury was that the staff removed human feces from the hallways regularly, sometimes as often as twice a day, and always more than once a week. We cannot make an accurate movie of this – it will please no one. The makers of the TV series Mad Men recognized how much an accurate depiction of the past freaks viewers out – the sexual politics, the lack of seat belts and eco-consciousness, the way grown-ups treat kids. They focused just enough on this discomfort to make it the heart of a powerful and successful show, but there even an accurate depiction of attitudes from a few decades ago makes all the characters feel like scary aliens. Go back further and you will have complete incomprehensibility.”—“The Borgias” Vs. “Borgia: Faith And Fear” (Accuracy In Historical Fiction)
there was rain there was wind there was spring coming in there was a feeling of approaching doom and i was happy to see you it was cold in your room, you were warm and that’s all i remember and you arms were warm and that’s all i remember
later on near morning we were talking about nothing a little rain a little wind quiet cold cold air coming in and you were warm and that’s all i remember and you arms were warm and that’s all i remember and your eyes were pretty and that’s all i remember and your hands were soft and that’s all i remember and the hall was well lit as i walked down it and that’s all i remember and the rain was light and it felt soft on my face and that’s all i remember and the car was quiet inside and that’s all i remember and it was dark when the sunlight was coming and that’s all i remember
when im thinking about putting the candles on in my room and theres a body spray can in my line of sight i always want to use it in tandem w my lighter and light them in blaze of flames and adrenaline but i have to keep reminding myself that this is my favourite house so far and do i really want to risk burning it down
sometimes I like to do the chicken dance but not with my arms because I’ll be on my phone or doing whatever. so it will be just my legs going. I’ll be standing about being casual but with my legs all over the place.