five ways jack harkness died, and one way he didn't by
seti_drd.
He wonders if Death forgot him like a Time Lord obviously did.
He sits, waiting to find out who will come back for him first.
Grey's was amusing and touching (as ever), even if I found the ending lacklustre; The Unit was (and consistently is) a good watch. NCIS made me smile, cringe-worthy or not. Watching Casablanca made me fall for it again: continuity! &hearts. And now for bed because I have a crapload to do tomorrow, including leave the house at eight to go to the laundrette. I am not hanging the bedsheets up to dry in my room, there's just not enough space.
eta: I ♥
breathe_poetry.
Publication Date
by Franz Wright
One of the few pleasures of writing
is the thought of one's book in the hands of a kindhearted
intelligent person somewhere. I can't remember what the others
are right now.
I just noticed that it is my own private
National I Hate Myself and Want to Die Day
(which means the next day I will love my life
and want to live forever). The forecast calls
for a cold night in Boston all morning
and all afternoon. They say
tomorrow will be just like today,
only different. I'm in the cemetery now
at the edge of town, how did I get here?
A sparrow limps past on its little bone crutch saying
I am Federico GarcĂa Lorca
risen from the dead --
literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.
From God's Silence.