Kelsey, 20 Something, nerd of all sorts. Things I like: Television; Doctor Who, Veronica Mars, Bones, among other things. Books; Harry Potter, Paper Towns and anything by John Green, William Faulkner. Movies; honestly too many to really list. Art, I study art history and I appreciate many a good masterpiece. Sports (see I told you of all sorts); do not separate me from March Madness upon pain of death, also Soccer, and anything Olympic. The South, specifically Kentucky. Okay, end of things I like.

From the Princess by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, read by Tom Hiddleston

‘Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;

Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.

The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,

And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,

And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves

A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,

And slips into the bosom of the lake.

So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip

Into my bosom and be lost in me.’