In my world of enemies, I walk alone.
I believe that of someone ever totally wants to know me, I’ll just give that person my notebook.
so applicable.
for being the most iconic female in my work place.
For those who don’t bother listening to me/don’t know what i do, I work in a bowling alley that strives to be a 50s american diner so basically we have to try and emulate marilyn monroe every day (or a poor version as I do). My work have started doing incentives for the staff in four categories; Effort, Empathy, Fun and Iconic.
Needless to say I won the most vain one. YEAH BUDDY.
Hey!
The Victims of Jack the Ripper
The most widely accepted list, referred to as the canonical five, includes the following five prostitutes (or presumed prostitute in Eddowes’ case) in the East End of London:
- Mary Ann Nichols (maiden name Mary Ann Walker, nicknamed “Polly”), born on August 26, 1845, and killed on Friday, August 31, 1888. Nichols’ body was discovered at about 3:40 in the early morning on the ground in front of a gated stable entrance in Buck’s Row (since renamed Durward Street), a back street in Whitechapel two hundred yards from the London Hospital.
- Annie Chapman (maiden name Eliza Ann Smith, nicknamed “Dark Annie”), born in September 1841 and killed on Saturday, September 8, 1888. Chapman’s body was discovered about 6:00 in the morning lying on the ground near a doorway in the back yard of 29 Hanbury Street, Spitalfields.
- Elizabeth Stride (maiden name Elisabeth Gustafsdotter, nicknamed “Long Liz”), born in Sweden on November 27, 1843, and killed on Sunday, September 30, 1888. Stride’s body was discovered close to 01:00 in the early morning, lying on the ground in Dutfield’s Yard, off Berner Street (since renamed Henriques Street) in Whitechapel.
- Catherine Eddowes (used the aliases “Kate Conway” and “Mary Ann Kelly,” from the surnames of her two common-law husbands Thomas Conway and John Kelly), born on April 14, 1842, and killed on Sunday, September 30, 1888, on the same day as the previous victim, Elizabeth Stride. Ripperologists refer to this circumstance as the “double event”. Her body was found in Mitre Square, in the City of London.
- Mary Jane Kelly (called herself “Marie Jeanette Kelly” after a trip to Paris, nicknamed “Ginger”), reportedly born in either the city of Limerick or County Limerick, Munster, Ireland ca. 1863 and killed on Friday, November 9, 1888. Kelly’s gruesomely mutilated body was discovered shortly after 10:45 am lying on the bed in the single room where she lived at 13 Miller’s Court, off Dorset Street, Spitalfields.
I LIVED ON DURWARD STREET. No wonder I had such a bad time there.
1. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold - “I Knew a Woman” by Theodore Roethke
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!2. A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh - The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
…I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.3. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe - “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;4. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck - “To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough” by Robert Burns
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!5. Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy - “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray
Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.6. Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust - “Sonnet 30″ by William Shakespeare
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:7. Endless Night by Agatha Christie - “Auguries of Innocence” by William Blake
Every night and every morn,
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.8. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway - “Meditation XVII” by John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
9. The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers - “The Lonely Hunter” by William Sharp
O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing:
O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing.
Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still,
But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.10. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou - “Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!11. Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald - “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.12. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster - Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Passage to India!
Struggles of many a captain–tales of many a sailor dead!
Over my mood, stealing and spreading they come,
Like clouds and cloudlets in the unreach’d sky.
I am starting the game of throne books right now just so i can find out if he gets killed or not.
and joffrey. fucking joffrey.
I regret nothing.
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omg
STILL probably one of the funniest videos ever. The guy at the back definitely went on to study interpretive dance and lives in a tree with a girlfriend called star. Guy at the front is a smooth operator, probably likes jazz.
(Source: twat-boulevard)
