Hey there! I'm Elisabeth. I'm a college senior majoring in sign language interpretation, and I love it!
I also love Sherlock, Castle, Doctor Who, Elementary, LOTR, books (lots of books), and other cool stuff like that. Oh, also puns. Lots of puns. I mostly just reblog things I like, so feel free to have a look around.
Things I am passionate about:
Interpreting, American Sign Language, Deafness and the Deaf Community, feminism, dancing, raising awareness about mental illness (especially depression), music (in general), EQUALITY, trying to better myself, changing my pattern of ignorance on different issues, thinking complexly about books/movies/stories, languages, good food (especially gluten free food!), poetry, coffee, being kind to others, staying positive, learning new things, and finding the beautiful in everyday.
I'm always here for anyone who needs to talk or is having a hard time. I know, I've been there, so please message me anytime if you need someone to talk to. Anon is on.
I hope you have a lovely day! :D
P.S. this is my poetry blog:http://swingblueslove.blogspot.com/
to me, cuss words are like slang. usually when i say that, i get a ton of people messaging me various translations of ephesians 4:29
“Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”
but what i don’t understand is how people think that cuss words count as corrupting talk. what that verse is saying is that we’re supposed to be building people up!! if you trash talk people but use crap instead of shit it doesn’t really matter lmao. i use cuss words to build people up all the time. i think that sometimes they fit nicely in poetry, everyday conversation, rants, etc. and they’re!! just!!!! words!!!
When friend is clearly upset but they don’t wanna talk about it but you wanna help but don’t know how and you just kinda
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”
I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.
“Guardians of the Galaxy was such a fantastic movie!”
"There were a lot of issues with GotG that should be addressed and Marvel should work on improving with future movies."