So safe and smug in our, screaming silence. Slipping serenely into our silent violence. It's never much fun, until you have won, but we all leave this world blithely burnt and shunned to travel into the beyond well done. She left me sick, as far as I can tell, slowly fading ensnared by her smallest swells. Pulled all along, dragged deep into a heap; led to tunnel into a desolate stretch left unpainted and blue. Torn like taffy, from your visage. Your body has no faith But, your mind left a message. Fade away blessed, triumphantly tingling. A sensation leaves us all interwoven, still intermingling, in sad repose, forever ringing. Carved and drawn slowly falling out from flaking flesh filtered throughout a delicate sieve in delicious distress you long to forget. In the midst of lilac darkness you begin anew, back to square one a lot of miles done yet nothing to remember, until next November, when skies mix into gray, and in our slumber we have nothing to say. Our symbiosis is atrocious as a notion... ...given to pure devotion. your words writ large, and spilled like potion... trickling slowly down deep into a bottomless ocean Yet, I cannot dismiss all of your distress flicked everlasting onto our canvas mess, made and laid, inspected, dissected and introspected. Made to be best, by the best, no less, and better on all occasion for mass persuasion. For no truer words ring out to find, you in the womb lying entranced resting, protesting, looking askance. Left lightly consumed, you make room to bloom, into your delicate space, A race I face, moving apace, in hurried haste. Blinded by starlight, searching in tune for a golden goon. A boon to whom? And you left me so soon. I must conclude, as we alight onto our brood that it would be rude and lewd to end confused so misconstrued eating fingerless food with sad attitudes crude and shrewd beaten and blued still even then I remain forever in the mood.
I'll never forget my very first e.e. cummings poem. I wrote (and actually made money) on poems since I was 11, but cummings... he was a game-changer! my sweet old etcetera aunt lucy during the recent war could and what is more did tell you just what everybody was fighting for, my sister Isabel created hundreds (and hundreds)of socks not to mention fleaproof earwarmers etcetera wristers etcetera, my mother hoped that I would die etcetera bravely of course my father used to become hoarse talking about how it was a privilege and if only he could meanwhile my self etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of Your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
My favourite poem is "Ode: Intimations of Immortality" by William Wordsworth. It's too long for a TH-cam comment, so I'll just share my favorite portion: What though the radiance, which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight Though nothing can bring back the hour of the splendor in the grass, the glory of the flower We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
It's usually because of one's family. If your parents are able to recite and you have poetry books at your family home, you probably too will be able to recite on cue.
God, I've always had a weird crush on Helena. She just never seems to age, even though she's into her 50s now. I could listen to her speak for hours....and I have such a love for the "darkness" that she exudes in some of her movie roles and in "real life", as well, with her sense of humor and story-telling. She's such a damn interesting woman to me. When I see an interview with her, I'm gonna click! :)
I’m a straight woman and I have a crush on her too! She’s utterly beguiling, and often very funny (see her interviews with Craig Ferguson and Graham Norton). Love her as Marla Singer in _Fight Club._ 😍 That said, I’m not a big fan of the fact she had an affair with Kenneth Branagh when he was married to Emma Thompson. But that’s more on him than her.
Ann Pourqisuo Haha, I can see why you’d think so, but as much as I admire how gorgeous and talented she is, I would never want to, well, have ‘knowledge’ of her. Not my cuppa, alas. See, one can recognise and appreciate the beauty and allure of a person without wanting to experience it themselves. Personally I like tall dark men with dark eyes and hair and beards that I can feel brush on my face. Mmmm. That’s what ‘does it’ for me. But I think every (enlightened) adult can recognise what they find appealing in both men and women.
Stephen: Can I give you a poem back? It's really short... Helena: Sure. Stephen: Recites a three times as long poem from memory that's also completely relevant to Helena's poem.
He quoted the poem he used to tell his wife that he liked her. (He tells that story in an ask the audience segment.) Colbert, a gentleman, and a treasure.
_Celia, Celia_ by Adrian Mitchell (1932 - 2008) When I am sad and weary When I think all hope has gone When I walk along High Holborn I think of you with nothing on
Great poem, Helena 😂 My fav is the beginning of an Emily Dickensen poem: "A bird came down the walk he did not know I saw he bit an angle worm in halves and ate the fellow raw"
She is as european as it gets 👌 she could be a parisian mademoiselle, a Berlin Fräulein, a London Dame, but never an american. 😜 Love everything about it.
I’ve been a fan of Helena since “Lady Jane” and “Room With A View”, and she’s had an interesting and storied career since those times. “A Poetry Reading With Helena Bonham-Carter and Stephen Colbert”, for someone who also loves poetry and Stephen Colbert, was weirdly specific clickbait.
Helena is one hell of a person very nice to talk to and boy she is very intelligent and a brilliant actress which most inspire to be when they accomplish fame and fortune.
I've had my poetry published 50 times, but never won a contest and I am furious... just a little. Hearing a mini poetry reading on a late night show was great. It should happen more often.
I first saw her in Lady Jane when I was about fourteen or fifteen and I have liked her since. A Room with a View preceded Lady Jane, but I did not see that until quite a bit later (probably around the time of another Merchant/Ivory production with her in it: Howard's End).
It's funny, listening to her accent change is fascinating. I grew up in North America myself but I have a British accent still and depending on whom I'm with, it becomes stronger or weaker. I guess because of all the time she's spent in North America you can hear her American twang "I wanded to be" ... and then it switches to full on english when she recites that poem.
"You wrote poem and got cash for it? Not many poets can say that." Oh my sweet summer child. You obviously don't know about Middle East and their obsession with poets. Literally all hit songs are written by poets over here.
e.e. cummings wrote many poems like that. My high school English teacher kept telling me that I couldn't recite his poems in class due to their nature. My favorite is "my sweet old etcetera." It was my first cummings poem and threw me for a loop, as his poems do. When I worked out the ending, I blushed a lot. 😊
So safe and smug in our, screaming silence. Slipping serenely into our silent violence. It's never much fun, until you have won, but we all leave this world blithely burnt and shunned to travel into the beyond well done. She left me sick, as far as I can tell, slowly fading ensnared by her smallest swells. Pulled all along, dragged deep into a heap; led to tunnel into a desolate stretch left unpainted and blue. Torn like taffy, from your visage. Your body has no faith But, your mind left a message. Fade away blessed, triumphantly tingling. A sensation leaves us all interwoven, still intermingling, in sad repose, forever ringing. Carved and drawn slowly falling out from flaking flesh filtered throughout a delicate sieve in delicious distress you long to forget. In the midst of lilac darkness you begin anew, back to square one a lot of miles done yet nothing to remember, until next November, when skies mix into gray, and in our slumber we have nothing to say. Our symbiosis is atrocious as a notion... ...given to pure devotion. your words writ large, and spilled like potion... trickling slowly down deep into a bottomless ocean Yet, I cannot dismiss all of your distress flicked everlasting onto our canvas mess, made and laid, inspected, dissected and introspected. Made to be best, by the best, no less, and better on all occasion for mass persuasion. For no truer words ring out to find, you in the womb lying entranced resting, protesting, looking askance. Left lightly consumed, you make room to bloom, into your delicate space, A race I face, moving apace, in hurried haste. Blinded by starlight, searching in tune for a golden goon. A boon to whom? And you left me so soon. I must conclude, as we alight onto our brood that it would be rude and lewd to end confused so misconstrued eating fingerless food with sad attitudes crude and shrewd beaten and blued still even then I remain forever in the mood.
Poems about hope and love are always nice. I wrote this one when Hope Hicks stonewalled the House Judiciary committee hearing for Trump. True love, and hope! Lovely, oh nearly forgot poetry (well limerick) corner: Committee Hearings (aka Hear no Evil - Muting for Putin!) Hope Hicks speaks very softly to stall You can hardly hear her talk at all But a voice deep inside her Blows the case open wider Exposing her as a Russian doll That's how Trump sees her as an asset (Her posterior is a facet) That he likes to admire How it makes him perspire He watches on VHS Cassette But lately Trump's spirits are sagging Because his polling has been flagging So he orders "Hope Hicks Close your mouth on Trump's tricks" Desperate to enforce a court gagging Is that you ... Double Don Tinder (of Double Don Tinder's Double Entendres)? I thought I saw you sneaking around there.
“mr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for youse ideas i'll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues” ― E.E. Cummings
poetry for me is like a perfect delusion with something beautiful, so much it would hurt, and then falling out of it because is not real, when you hit the wall of reality at the high speed of life, is better to dream carefully but wildly about feasible things, is much more productive and emotionlly safe IMO, at least I like to administrate my feelings this way
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My god when she was reciting that poem. Her elocution and diction are flawless.
And without moving her upper lips, like truly upper class Brits.
o yeah. nothing better then beautiful and precise english
exquisite. pure bliss!
She needs a EGOT
I hope she knows that now, *she* is the person that young aspiring actresses wish to be! Such a class act!
I hope so too :')❤
When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on
and that's about as good as it gets....
and that's pure perfection
Goodness, I actually know that High Holborn poem. And I have no clue at all where I've saved that file in my brain. 🤣
I LOVE IT WHEN HE AND HIS GUESTS TALK LITERATURE AND POETRY 🤩
So safe and smug
in our,
screaming silence.
Slipping serenely
into our
silent violence.
It's never much fun,
until you have won,
but we
all leave
this world
blithely burnt
and shunned
to travel
into the beyond
well done.
She left me sick,
as far as I can tell,
slowly fading
ensnared by
her smallest swells.
Pulled all along,
dragged deep
into a heap;
led to tunnel into
a desolate stretch
left unpainted
and blue.
Torn like taffy,
from your visage.
Your body
has no faith
But, your mind
left a message.
Fade away blessed,
triumphantly tingling.
A sensation
leaves us
all interwoven,
still intermingling,
in sad repose,
forever ringing.
Carved and drawn
slowly falling out
from flaking flesh
filtered throughout
a delicate sieve
in delicious distress
you long to forget.
In the midst of
lilac darkness
you begin anew,
back to square one
a lot of miles done
yet nothing to remember,
until next November,
when skies mix into gray,
and in our slumber
we have nothing
to say.
Our symbiosis
is atrocious
as a notion...
...given to
pure devotion.
your words
writ large,
and spilled
like potion...
trickling slowly
down deep into a
bottomless ocean
Yet, I cannot dismiss
all of your distress
flicked everlasting
onto our
canvas mess,
made and laid,
inspected, dissected
and introspected.
Made to be best,
by the best,
no less,
and better
on all occasion
for mass persuasion.
For no truer words
ring out to find,
you in the womb
lying entranced
resting, protesting,
looking askance.
Left lightly consumed,
you make room
to bloom,
into your
delicate space,
A race I face,
moving apace,
in hurried haste.
Blinded by starlight,
searching in tune
for a golden goon.
A boon to whom?
And you left
me so soon.
I must conclude,
as we alight
onto our brood
that it would
be rude
and lewd
to end
confused
so
misconstrued
eating
fingerless food
with sad
attitudes
crude
and shrewd
beaten
and blued
still even
then I remain
forever in
the mood.
SAME!!! My all-time favorite was Helen Mirren reading the ending of Ulysses. ❤️
I'll never forget my very first e.e. cummings poem. I wrote (and actually made money) on poems since I was 11, but cummings... he was a game-changer!
my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
for,
my sister
Isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
I would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my
self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et
cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
My favourite poem is "Ode: Intimations of Immortality" by William Wordsworth. It's too long for a TH-cam comment, so I'll just share my favorite portion:
What though the radiance, which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight
Though nothing can bring back the hour of the splendor in the grass, the glory of the flower
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind...
eddie panedi May I ask who wrote this please?
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
cyranodb title?.. lol found it
oh yeah!
That was so nice. Always blown over by people’s, especially Stephen’s, capability to recite on cue.
The guy's a savant
I love that he’s such a geek!!
It's all rehearsed.
It's usually because of one's family. If your parents are able to recite and you have poetry books at your family home, you probably too will be able to recite on cue.
God, I've always had a weird crush on Helena. She just never seems to age, even though she's into her 50s now. I could listen to her speak for hours....and I have such a love for the "darkness" that she exudes in some of her movie roles and in "real life", as well, with her sense of humor and story-telling. She's such a damn interesting woman to me. When I see an interview with her, I'm gonna click! :)
Sameeee
I especially love listening to her speaking and telling stories
100% agreed to everything you said! She is so fascinating!
I’m a straight woman and I have a crush on her too! She’s utterly beguiling, and often very funny (see her interviews with Craig Ferguson and Graham Norton). Love her as Marla Singer in _Fight Club._ 😍
That said, I’m not a big fan of the fact she had an affair with Kenneth Branagh when he was married to Emma Thompson. But that’s more on him than her.
@@clothilde1623 Love her too! Don't think you're straight though...
Ann Pourqisuo
Haha, I can see why you’d think so, but as much as I admire how gorgeous and talented she is, I would never want to, well, have ‘knowledge’ of her. Not my cuppa, alas. See, one can recognise and appreciate the beauty and allure of a person without wanting to experience it themselves.
Personally I like tall dark men with dark eyes and hair and beards that I can feel brush on my face. Mmmm. That’s what ‘does it’ for me.
But I think every (enlightened) adult can recognise what they find appealing in both men and women.
Shes so comfortable.. I love her..even the way shes sitting on the sofa lol educated.. smart and sharp. Iove this woman
Stephen: Can I give you a poem back? It's really short...
Helena: Sure.
Stephen: Recites a three times as long poem from memory that's also completely relevant to Helena's poem.
He quoted the poem he used to tell his wife that he liked her. (He tells that story in an ask the audience segment.) Colbert, a gentleman, and a treasure.
i love how present stephen is in all his interviews
_Celia, Celia_ by Adrian Mitchell (1932 - 2008)
When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on
I always think of Helena as a bohemian aristocrat 🤭
Wired Weird - she is!
@@raqueldobson1 Perceptive.
Raquel Dobson really?
Well firstly she is an aristocrat and I agree she does have a bohemian vibe.
Well she is both lol
Love her, like the way she acts, like her dress and like her address
Mireille Lebeau Address?
LOL! Stalker!
So glad this interview was close to 15 minutes. She deserves a whole 30 minute interview
me, pretending to be an intellectual: “ah yes, i know that one”
Both Helena and Stephen are golden here.
Great poem, Helena 😂
My fav is the beginning of an Emily Dickensen poem:
"A bird came down the walk
he did not know I saw
he bit an angle worm in halves
and ate the fellow raw"
She is as european as it gets 👌 she could be a parisian mademoiselle, a Berlin Fräulein, a London Dame, but never an american. 😜 Love everything about it.
Sychlo Killent wat? european culture is very alike. compared to other continents
@@MT-eo6tq that doesn't make any sense if all europeans are different european americans are different from europeans as well
Never seen Fight Club?
If i remember correctly i think she played American in 'Big Fish' ...
Imagine thinking Europeans are one homogenous cultural group
My God, They're both so precious, priceless, precocious. A gem of an interview.
I’ve been a fan of Helena since “Lady Jane” and “Room With A View”, and she’s had an interesting and storied career since those times. “A Poetry Reading With Helena Bonham-Carter and Stephen Colbert”, for someone who also loves poetry and Stephen Colbert, was weirdly specific clickbait.
Colbert always has the perfect thing up his sleeve, I love what he did here!
Helena is one hell of a person very nice to talk to and boy she is very intelligent and a brilliant actress which most inspire to be when they accomplish fame and fortune.
So glad Helena came on THIS late night show. No other could ever engage Helena better than Stephen.
I've had my poetry published 50 times, but never won a contest and I am furious... just a little. Hearing a mini poetry reading on a late night show was great. It should happen more often.
I love it. We need to learn to express ourselves, and it should be encouraged in schools too.
the way i love her with all my heart, i could just watch and listen to her for hours❤
I absolutely love her ♥️♥️
I loved her in A Room With A View. And Julian Sands....
Yes - that is one of my favorite movies of all time !!
I first saw her in Lady Jane when I was about fourteen or fifteen and I have liked her since. A Room with a View preceded Lady Jane, but I did not see that until quite a bit later (probably around the time of another Merchant/Ivory production with her in it: Howard's End).
Adore her!! ❤️
Have always loved her. She is great in The Crown too ☺️
Best 3:55 minutes on recording. And Lady Jane is my favorite movie ever.
Pattern of Roses! I love that film!
She is amazing!!!
As a poet, I love this endearing exchange w/ you two. :D
Shes wonderful
I first watched her in a BBC, made for tv movie for Bernard Shaw's Arms And The Man. She was extremely young and it was quite memorable.
more Helena!!
She's great!
She's lovely.
Love this guy.
Huh? Guy?
@O. B. Oh 😂.....I was thinking..."I'm almost certain that's a woman". But you never know today lol
I meant Stephen Colbert
Bellatrix! You talented and fabulous minx! One of a kind you are dear heart🥰🦋🕊🐞
I actually live off HIgh Holborn!
I ADORE READING
“a naked woman is worth a million statues”
helena: “aw 🥺”
her voice is like taken directly out of a book
Incredibly interesting woman!. No just a great actress with incredible range... seems to be so much more!
Helena won that poetry battle hands down
There are videos of Helena reading poetry and children's books on TH-cam. Well worth checking out.
It's funny, listening to her accent change is fascinating. I grew up in North America myself but I have a British accent still and depending on whom I'm with, it becomes stronger or weaker. I guess because of all the time she's spent in North America you can hear her American twang "I wanded to be" ... and then it switches to full on english when she recites that poem.
I love the movie a Room with a View and Lady Jane too.
I want an app that sends me audio files of Colbert recitations daily.
`both of then - flawless!
Love her a lot!!!
Cuando hay talento, aunque vengas de buena cuna, demuestras lo q vales. Excelente trayectoria
I love her
She always has great hairstyles
"You wrote poem and got cash for it? Not many poets can say that."
Oh my sweet summer child. You obviously don't know about Middle East and their obsession with poets. Literally all hit songs are written by poets over here.
Oh. Interesting
@@TH-camr-my2ky I can't tell if Stephen was being sarcastic though... I feel dumb.
What an interview!
She seems like she could be a great Princess Leia character in star wars.
woah..... i see the resemblance now
God yeah. That makes sense now you mention it.
Now I really want that.
Great! I will watch it if she was in the movie xD
Ogden Nash:
The problem with a kitten is that
Eventually it becomes a CAT.
I loved Ogden Nash.
‘a pretty girl who naked is, is worth a million statues’ 😊
An interesting view on the case! Eye opening!
e.e. cummings wrote many poems like that. My high school English teacher kept telling me that I couldn't recite his poems in class due to their nature. My favorite is "my sweet old etcetera." It was my first cummings poem and threw me for a loop, as his poems do. When I worked out the ending, I blushed a lot. 😊
Like her in Lady Jane but absolutely fell in love with her in A Room with a View. That's still my favorite bildungsroman movie.
start of 2 great careers in that film; Helena Bonham Carter and a certain Mr Daniel Day Lewis!
Attrice simpatica molto versatile anche comica soprattutto brava
my favorite poem is :
Shre nazg golugranu kilmi-nudu,
Ombi kuzddurbagu gundum-ishi,
Nugu gurunkilu bard gurutu,
Ash Burz-Durbagu burzum-ishi,
Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu.
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul,
Daghburz-ishi makha gulshu darulu.
Wow....Celia Celia & Mr. Youse.
Poems about naked women with one of my favorite actors god i love the late show haha
We need poetry and poetry needs us-
So safe and smug
in our,
screaming silence.
Slipping serenely
into our
silent violence.
It's never much fun,
until you have won,
but we
all leave
this world
blithely burnt
and shunned
to travel
into the beyond
well done.
She left me sick,
as far as I can tell,
slowly fading
ensnared by
her smallest swells.
Pulled all along,
dragged deep
into a heap;
led to tunnel into
a desolate stretch
left unpainted
and blue.
Torn like taffy,
from your visage.
Your body
has no faith
But, your mind
left a message.
Fade away blessed,
triumphantly tingling.
A sensation
leaves us
all interwoven,
still intermingling,
in sad repose,
forever ringing.
Carved and drawn
slowly falling out
from flaking flesh
filtered throughout
a delicate sieve
in delicious distress
you long to forget.
In the midst of
lilac darkness
you begin anew,
back to square one
a lot of miles done
yet nothing to remember,
until next November,
when skies mix into gray,
and in our slumber
we have nothing
to say.
Our symbiosis
is atrocious
as a notion...
...given to
pure devotion.
your words
writ large,
and spilled
like potion...
trickling slowly
down deep into a
bottomless ocean
Yet, I cannot dismiss
all of your distress
flicked everlasting
onto our
canvas mess,
made and laid,
inspected, dissected
and introspected.
Made to be best,
by the best,
no less,
and better
on all occasion
for mass persuasion.
For no truer words
ring out to find,
you in the womb
lying entranced
resting, protesting,
looking askance.
Left lightly consumed,
you make room
to bloom,
into your
delicate space,
A race I face,
moving apace,
in hurried haste.
Blinded by starlight,
searching in tune
for a golden goon.
A boon to whom?
And you left
me so soon.
I must conclude,
as we alight
onto our brood
that it would
be rude
and lewd
to end
confused
so
misconstrued
eating
fingerless food
with sad
attitudes
crude
and shrewd
beaten
and blued
still even
then I remain
forever in
the mood.
so she understands I got into cosplay and possibly why I do it now, as well as acting
3:03 Now, is Celia the one with nothing on, or is it the reciter of the poem? th-cam.com/video/N4vf8N6GpdM/w-d-xo.htmlm2s
I know one about a guy from Nantucket..
She's an amazing woman!!
Poems about hope and love are always nice. I wrote this one when Hope Hicks stonewalled the House Judiciary committee hearing for Trump. True love, and hope! Lovely, oh nearly forgot poetry (well limerick) corner:
Committee Hearings (aka Hear no Evil - Muting for Putin!)
Hope Hicks speaks very softly to stall
You can hardly hear her talk at all
But a voice deep inside her
Blows the case open wider
Exposing her as a Russian doll
That's how Trump sees her as an asset
(Her posterior is a facet)
That he likes to admire
How it makes him perspire
He watches on VHS Cassette
But lately Trump's spirits are sagging
Because his polling has been flagging
So he orders "Hope Hicks
Close your mouth on Trump's tricks"
Desperate to enforce a court gagging
Is that you ... Double Don Tinder (of Double Don Tinder's Double Entendres)? I thought I saw you sneaking around there.
A pretty girl, who naked is, is worth a million statues.
Preach brother
Such a classy lady
English poems sound so much better with proper english accent
Cudowna normalna kobieta ♥️♥️♥️💋
Is there anyone this man can't charm?
I love poet.....as you know it
Best wishes....eat best cooked dishes
2024 not before.
Joyeux anniversaire Héléna Bonham carter ( bellatrix Lestrange ) 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
“mr youse needn't be so spry
concernin questions arty
each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party
gimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match youse
a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues”
― E.E. Cummings
I love Lady Jane
Googling "Helena Bonham Carter on Jimmy Fallon" now
Ew
Shit man I love her laugh, reminds me of her roll as Bellatrix
Bellatrix Lestrange is an.. adorable person.... ??
She's so awesome, she's like the CReepy Aunt ILF, a CRAILF, if you will.
poetry for me is like a perfect delusion with something beautiful, so much it would hurt, and then falling out of it because is not real, when you hit the wall of reality at the high speed of life, is better to dream carefully but wildly about feasible things, is much more productive and emotionlly safe IMO, at least I like to administrate my feelings this way
Poetry?
IMPOSTOR!!!
That is someone who drank polijuice potion.
I thought she was gonna recite: There was once a young woman from Dallas...
LOL!
My, they're so cultured.
Helena is everyone’s favourite aunt...
Lady Jane is really good
Marla Singer!
People talking poetry on TV. How welcome! At last!
She is so posh!
O. Cornelio Palanca - few people know her family’s true history but she is related to one of the original 1% families way back when...
I think one of her grandfathers was the prime minister of England
Now I definitely want to see her play a character inspired by Christopher hitchens lol
Haaaaa❤!
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His name is Robert Paulson.
"I want your abortion."
His name is Robert Paulson.