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gryfflepuffinthetardis · 5 months

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Winter Sounds — Campbell Bain x Reader

*This chapter has words with slashes. This is means you use the word that applies to where you live. Like GED in America means "General Educational Development Test" while there is no U.K. Equivalent (based off a thirty-second Google search) but I found A-Levels which is what Rose Tyler refers to when talking about school in the revival Pilot so... this is how I learn about things, I pick up what I've heard in TV shows. Obviously there are other countries but I’ve never heard of any other terms for these so comment if I missed some.*

Summary: It’s Campbell and Y/n’s last day together before he goes traveling for a Radio DJ competition, unfortunately Y/n can’t come with and Campbell has become a little clingy

Warnings: Mentions of the suicide of a good friend of theirs, Spoilers for Takin' Over the Aslyum, Winter activities, Skating, Implied Short Reader, Implied Non-Scottish Reader; Mention of Past Toxic Relationship; Referenced but not mentioned relationship involving rape.

Note: I had the perfect gif for this when it was on Wattpad but I have a new laptop now and they took down my account and I can't find the gif. It was a gif of a couple kssing on the ice and then they slipped and both fell down.

(Post-Asylum; May be connected to "Sweet Jane" or read alone; If you decided to include this in Sweet Jane, this takes place between the ending of the series and the epilogue written by me.)

"I want your love to consume me like an oversized winter coat. Hands clasped around my waist like buttons done up properly."

Early March, 1995 (Early Eight months since the events of Takin’ Over the Asylum)

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They had known for nearly two months that Campbell would be leaving but Y/n was on her way to get her A-Levels/GED since she had dropped out of secondary school/high school to go to the asylum but now it seemed that it had hit Campbell as he was even more clingy than normal.

"Campbell." She groaned as he hugged her from behind as she was trying to make Scottish Lentil soup for the two.

"But... baaaabe, I'm leaving tomorrow. I won't be able to see you in three weeks." He whined, burying his head into her back. "I won't be able to touch you. I won't be able to snuggle you as we sleep. I won't' be able to hear your voice."

"We can still talk on the phone." She protested.

"It's not the same! I won't be able to kiss your back." He whined.

He kissed her back before trailing to her shoulder as he pulled her sleeve up to reveal her shoulder and kissed it, "I won't be able to kiss your shoulder." He moved to her neck, "I won't be able to kiss your neck." He grasped her hips and turned her around and kissed her cheek, moving to her jaw and chin. "I won't be able to kiss your cheeks, your chin, your jaw." He pulled away to ease her to the counter beside the stove before pressing her against it as she couldn't help but smile and giggle. He kissed up her face to her forehead. "I won't be able to kiss your face." He tilted her head up and he kissed her lips. "I won't be able to kiss your lips."

"Cam... we..." He kept quieting her with kisses before moving to her neck, though it seemed he was taking in her scent as he kissed her neck. She had leaned her head back so he could have access with he happily obliged with open-mouthed kisses. "Campbell, it's five. I, uh, I had some plans for a date tonight. But we need to eat first."

"What kind of date? Dinner? Movie?" He hummed.

"No, that's why we're eating now." She said.

"Wait a minute, it's nearly twelve in the morning. What date takes place after midnight?"

"It'll be outside. You'll need to dress in warm clothing. But I need to finish the soup first."

He gave her a smile with a deep emotion in his eyes, she couldn't quite detect, "What?"

"I just love you so bloody much." He said, earnestly.

Campbell and Y/n walked through Glasgow with her being all vague which kept Campbell frustrated and all pouty.

"Be patient, Cam."

"I'm not a patient person!" He almost yelled.

"Oh, I know." She said, playing with her satchel that she refused to show Campbell what it contained. "Just wait and see."

"Just wait and see!? Do you have any idea how irritating that is!?" He whined.

She eventually led him to a park, it was a rather snowy March, so the pond at the park was frozen, she took a pair of ice skates out of her satchel.

"You want to skate at one in the morning?" He laughed.

"Well, I'm a looney." She teased.

"Yes, you are." He grinned and kissed her, he cupped her face with both hands. "Yes, you are."

Ten minutes later, Y/n was teaching Campbell how to skate, though he was a bit clumsy but she kept him up by holding his hand.

At one point, she did an impressive spin, which made her hair spin around her head like a H/C halo as Campbell watched with a dropped jaw... drooling slightly.

"How'd you learn how to do this anyways?" He laughed, flailing his arms, trying to keep himself upright.

Y/n spun around and her smile faltered before turning bittersweet, "Uh, when I first arrived to Saint Jude's... Fergus took me."

"Oh."

"He took me a few times, not even expecting me to talk. I picked this up quick and I even laughed. He considered that a victory." She said, sadly.

Campbell slid over to her and embraced her, which he originally intended to do but also to stop him from falling. "I miss him too." Campbell said in her ear, he pulled away.

She handed her hand out in front of her, offering it to him which he took and she skated with him, he... well, to say, he got the hang of it isn't right, but he wasn't completely fall-on-his-face-with-each-stroke terrible.

At one point, she tripped and nearly fell but Campbell caught her through this threw him off balance and he fell with Y/n landing on top of him.

They laughed at this and kissed, they decided they had had enough and put their shoes on that they had clipped to their belts and got up on the ice.

Campbell brushed off some snow and then turned to his girlfriend who was looking at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

"What?" He laughed.

"I love you so bloody much too." She said.

He grinned... like a maniac... like a looney and he pulled her in by the waist for a slow, passionate kiss but slipped on the ice now wearing his normal shoes and he pulled Y/n closed which brought them both down with her, once again, landing on his chest.

"I just can't play it cool." He laughed.

"I don't know. Nineteen-year-old Radio DJ. Hyperactive, loud, energetic, passionate, enthuastic, charismatic, spontaneous, easy-going, creative, independent, brave, funny, sarcastic, sexy..." He clicked his tongue and winked at her.

"Mmm, do say more things you like about my personality." He hummed, playing with a short lock of hair of hers.

"Impulsive, loud, hard to keep track off." She teased.

"Oh, you wound me." He groaned, dramatically.

"How about this? Sweet, loyal, handsome, romantic, hot..."

"Yeah. That's the ticket." He said, nodding, "But you forgot one thing. Totally, ridicouslously in love with you and definitely going to miss you for the next three weeks."

"Me too. You've been in my life for less than a year and already... I can't imagine my life without you. You're all the things I just said and more. You are the best guy I have ever dated though granted, given the last and only other one abused me for years on end and traumatized me into muteness, that wasn't a high bar." She looked down, averting eye contact with Campbell.

Campbell tucked the lock of her hair behind her ear, "He won't ever hurt you again, baby. Never ever."

She shivered a little and concerned appeared on his face, "Shite. Your nose is all red. You're freezing. Let's get ho... let's get you home." Once off the ice and pulled him back and he looked at her.

She stepped closer, raising herself on her tip-toes while weaving her hand through his hair on the back of his head and kissed him slowly when she pulled away, his eyes fluttered open and then shook his head.

“Sorry, you know, most girls, normal girls, always dream of having the perfect kiss with the perfect guy.” She said and then cringed, “Sorry, that was like the cheesiest thing ever.”

“Yeah, it was. So that’s super embarrassing for you.” He teased but then she sneezed. “Let’s get you home before I have to drop out of the DJ competition to take care of you. Come with me, Juliet. Follow your Romeo.” Then he immediately slipped and fell back down, face first in a pile of snow.

Campbell handed her a cup of freshly made hot chocolate with whipped cream after she got out of the shower when they got home.

"Oh, how thoughtful." Y/n said, cupping her boyfriend's cheek and stroking it with her thumb.

She took the mug and drank a big gulp, letting it warm her insides as she had already began to get cold from the shower.

Campbell grinned when he saw she had whipped cream on her nose, he leaned over and licked and kissed it off.

"Campbell!" She laughed.

"Mmm. Tastes only slightly more sweet than usual."

"The whipped cream?" She asked.

"No, you. Your taste. The taste of your skin." He teased.

"God, you're a dork." She drank some more hot chocolate and as soon as she swallowed he kissed her, allowing him to taste the hot chocolate on her lips and she giggled against his lips. "You're so weird, Bain."

"You are simply beautiful, L/n." He hummed.

Thirty minutes, later at like, two-thirty in the morning, they were both finally in bed.

"Promise me something?" She asked, laying on his chest.

"Hmm-mmm." He hummed, half-asleep.

"Campbell." She smacked his chest and he propped himself of his elbows to look at her, albeit, slightly sleep blurry-eyed.

"Hmm?" He asked but she didn't answer, he looked at her and saw her biting her lip, nervously. He sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees, "Babe, what is it?"

"Promise me you won't find some girl wherever this competition is going to to take you, someone who's willing to have sex with you..."

Campbell tilted her head up and kissed her before pulling back and looking her dead in the eye and saying, seriously, "One year ago, if someone were to ask me what my perfect dream girl would be, she wouldn't even come close to you." He kissed her gently again and then gave her a goofy smile, "That cheesy enough for you?"

"Yeah, and it was super embarrassing for you." She teased and he pulled her into his chest as they laid back down with him burying his face in the top of her head.

"I'm in this for the long run, Y/n. I promise. Your first time should've be special but it wasn't, I'm willing to wait until you're ready." He whispered. "God, I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too." She said and leaned up and kissed him.

He turned off the light and they drifted to sleep.

At the airport, the next afternoon, Eddie was saying goodbye to Francine while Campbell hugged Y/n, repeating how much he loved her and kissing her passionately.

"Call me? Every day. Even if it's the middle of the night for me." She requested.

He laughed, "You bet. I'll tell you about my day. Probably have to get another room from Eddie or else, I'll annoy him. You call me too. If you just want to talk, you call me. Even in the middle of the night."

"Babe, you'll be having a competition. I can't do that. You call me, I'll call you if you're awake. You call me every time you land and I'll look up the time zone differences and call you."

"I'll keep my mobile on me at all times." He promised and kissed her.

"Campbell, we've got to go." Eddie said, irriatedly.

Campbell groaned, "Bye, babe. I love you." He said and pecked her lips before going with Eddie to board the plane.

“Wait!” Y/n shouted, running at him, he turned and felt her attack him with a hug. "Two years ago, when I was still talking, if you asked me to describe my perfect dream guy, he wouldn't even come close to you either." She said into his ear.

He chuckled, “You stole my line.”

“Campbell!” Eddie shouted.

“IN A MINUTE! I have to go. Love you.” He kissed her again and ran off with Eddie.

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ukdamo · 9 months

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Tobermory Bay

John Douglas Sutherland Campbell

In the vapour and haze on the ocean, Where the skies and the waters meet, There's a form that drifts, phantom-like, onward As it follows the grey clouds' feet.

O'er the sea come the winds and the billows, And they howl to the rocks, and they cry, They will bring them a wreck on the morrow, Ere the joy of the tempest die.

The shade looming dark in the distance Is naught but a galleon proud; And the spray has long battered her turrets, And loosened each yard and each shroud;

But not on the surf-beaten islands, Nor yet upon Morven's land, Does she drive, for her rudder, unshattered, Is firm in the steersman's hand.

No mist wreath, no cloud, was the shadow That moved on the height of the seas; Like a castle how steep are her bulwarks, Her spars like a forest of trees!

She is safe from the gales for a season, In the shelter and calm of the sound; A harbour named after the Virgin, The "Well of Our Lady" she found.

She may rest in that haven, hill-girdled, Near the shade of the woods on the shore, Where the hush of the forest is deepened By the waterfall's song evermore.

How grandly her masts rise to heaven, How glitters the blest Mary's form, High placed o'er the stern, and upholding The Prince of our Peace through the storm!

Now waters their orisons murmur As they fold her bright robes to their breast, Where they mirror the galleried windows, And the flag and the face of the Blest.

Again with that sign and the banner Of the gold and the crimson of Spain, Shall this ship front the foes of the Virgin, And the English be chased from the Main.

Yes, again on the heretic Saxon Her cannon shall thunder in scorn, Till in triumph through insolent England Shall the Faith and King Philip be borne.

But the rows of dark mouths that have spoken Defiance with sulphurous breath, Glisten black, stretching forth in the silence, And in vain ask the presence of death.

Yes, repose and surcease of all hazard, A truce to all war for a time! The cliffs and the pines only echo The laugh of a sunnier clime.

And gaily the dark-visaged seamen Quaff, cursing the mists and the rain; Gravely drinking from goblets of silver Sits their chief, Don Fereija of Spain.

But the souls of the men to whose nostrils Had risen the smoke of the fight, Soon tired of the shore and of slumber, Soon yearned for the red battle light.

And courtesy fled from the weary, From idleness arrogance grew; And all they received as a favour They haughtily claimed as their due.

Then answered the Islesmen in anger, "The food you demand as your own, By our people's free favour long given Shall be bought by your gold now alone."

"Now, down with the savage's envoy, Set sail and away on our track! Carthagena's sweet girls shall deride him, And jeer the red locks on his back."

Below, in the dark narrow spaces, The Islesman gropes, down in the hold; Unnoticed, and one among many; What harm can his hatred unfold?

Swarm the men to the rigging, and swiftly Shine clouds of white canvas, and clank The links of the anchor's great cable, Creaks, trampled on deck, every plank:

Swings round the huge bowsprit, and slowly With motion majestic and free, The galleon, vast, gilded, and mighty, Passes on, passes forth, to the sea.

Her colours still paint all the ripples, Repeated her banners all seem, Her sails, and her gold, and her cannon Float on like a gorgeous dream.

Came a flash, and a roar, and a smoke-cloud Rushed up, and spread far o'er the sky; Sank a wreck, black, and rugged, and blasted, While the sound on the winds swept by.

And the mountains sent back the dull thunder As though to all time they would tell The vengeance that pealed to the Heavens From the Harbour of "Mary's Well."

#poetry #sinking #spanish galleon #John Douglas Sutherland Campbell #wreck #tobermory #Isle of Mull #armada

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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A dead lock

A treochair sequence

A dead lock. Of Time’s spoke: he places. Or can’t be history. By frail as

flowers first was some good ship may meet no remora. A belt of strong

and scar what Nature, and haggard with things existent? And hath spent her

wide eyes have been hid of old stone with fire and you heare the flocks by shallow

ringlet curl from two smart sabre gashes, deep and recollect this

way: now I recommend my woman- conqueror; woman-conquer grief,

the night; and that repose, and wondren at bright this hour in riding there

is the width of paved heaven be praise we the Virgin all distinction!

If free from Eves failed. Reflects the shepherd lad, or adamant, to find.

This is all it bright have not look of dull and true that inbent eyes, with

your Princess: she deems it rich to die ere I print age, for some other

speak their phantasies like a fate, indeed some difficult for she wish’d

the garters which pretty dear; till hopes are at rest, corroding in her

own opinion of an Alien Shah whose fancies of love, then the

more. Full character of war to compassion and—much taller—tree of

thee, thou said all, and waile thy selfe denies, so every woman, where

all friends. Sweet Birds sit broods on what might be deem’d to pour their way from one

anatomic. But not as slowly child lies at thy footstep of lost

liberties. High and really the cold miser spread in than put you might

bring that source of the shadows, over shore, whereto this stream of

sentimental bogle, which it came at billiards. Angels know are only

snatch a certainly thou wanderedst with mares; his daughters of Albion’s

isle. Music hath a vision of existence; whether thin wan fingertips

but sweepings all become more serious, she sees the gibier, they

please those fierce darts Despairer, where he is gone; and beside her speak; she

scars remain grounded; her eyes; and as a snowy sentences, the grave,

or in the more mysterious: for certain summer’s day, and what’s still

he’d wed with the tomb bestrew wherein tis her woman: these tears the soil.

Aurora deem’d his honest man, and taste for such or such or such outrage,

and Campbell of beechen green darkness but thine shakes oft to critics,

or the green bank hath got blue devils, and plumes we rustling for a passions.

Space between my belief, the nightingale, rapt in health, and linden

alley: then she had dreaming, yet, not less prompt to medicine a health

to shed; she hugg’d it to his beard, and maiden fancies? Until the same

relation to thy thighs so closely cling that lived on. Her with jealousy,

be thought claim: Forbear, no love your true or false and smiles, her air like

slaue-borne Muscouite, I chose his life? And when I am old? This subject,

whether my very ears were made of night and tear. Thus everywhere! The

grate—I think such hazard, with rain: her silken vestments were born to his

own horse we got, and much, and sometimes too are not a jot, and out of

my skin and the earthly shore just now; for wrinkles, their passionate fire.

She dwelt or dwell his side; the cursed in the tyranny grew stronger stounds,

has somewhat of the tide the clock was echoing in my degree will.

I have not boldly: we will revives; amaz’d, she thoughts, like dinner

admitted as an aspect had an air of the vault to vent that which I

know ere the Greek Eve, Helen, from thee, this dress her stand a whirlwind: then

she dream it would fain be weaning back to me. Hey, rose, just buying time.

Love bears logs into shadow from the bars to shed his spawn of taxborn

riches exposed to find where—oh, whereto this private, their pure bloody

French will dare the real world came the wall. And sweet, all raiment; no pretend

to Phoebus race. A battle array had made. She knew nought to dread

the sea in me out above a scroll: when I am old, o ye Graces,

where dwell nor remedy, could some day to thy bed, sweet lips murmuring

o’er her love I though her brain perplex’d, and main lifted her less true

needing. In safety in the first and tender pines in town. Where dwell nor

sought her pretty ring time. At Christ in the roses damask’d, red and gnarled.

Amongst the state, whose hopes to feede, and in pretence whatever found to

give it time but we will I thus early about a groan, or sigh, to

languish, and the land, whereby his own sweet with truth; a smooth thin light, and

having poet, ’ like a fiend in answered nothing new—like some hour to-

night! Tis over green darkness, something and drink this conduct free; regretted

halls, when exquisite the way the ripened peach in the Rose—and I

make myself and mists, and with the camel is to sit upon you. We

left them one tenants pass’d for further trie, by all his own sweet excess

by the chaste dames, his quality. But chafing me down. They will not cure!

Her beauty. Her foot was long, till her selfe at last year hence? Sky, and in

the hues of myrtle; a gown made three days of straw and uncrumpling fern,

and four graves give up their art; they are,—very little: where paced them while

she sees herself upon him; t was hardly worth the king of the Sun:

’ then, with her head, and blazon’d baldric slung a mighty silver hammer

at them one tenants pass’d in visits, luncheons, thought. For being full of

grief, thou, best on t: March! Which show’d deep Passion’s errors hath a tour to

Rome, although something so flash on his thunder excommuning wit, and,

as well receives and for the stream with thee fade at the best: some slight thy

smoky fires: once we least, impervious, impervious, imperial

palace in our house is a flower, each like more like a lion

ramps at the clear’d hed, milke hands, adored, instead, who, praying all-sufficient

forth the virtue, she, my Dian of the garters which I doubt he

is fled, and much, and seen was not despair, together. My music sees

more subtle forced my swimming in the fever, are alter’d in woefull

bands: O noble gas floated free of compassions rends as her junior

by six weeks his your Psyche. And there he rules, all that gentlemen. Lovers

brook’d nor claim’d Of tumbling first, more or less.

Perhaps because his lip to her I’d nothing this is she doing?

Books than fees. It seems a sorry jest: but I will bleede; but the approach

of passages, will be careful housewives do a fly. In the first they

had bursts, and sorrow, hope and fields were very germ of ruin, rose from

you, light can see the chain of life is thorny; and helmes vnbruzed wexen

dayly browne. The Lady of Shalott. Juan had good zecchini, with her

hand, seek’st thou art or shame stole the red cloaks of max! Already … I’m

beginning to these? Like to a flame, who all give up the bass, than by single

un- green electrons. And hence between our faith thorns of Elfland

fairy one, why—these—are—men: I shudderings, no connubial turmoil

grows, and drew much the warm South, and midnight, to show its. ’Ring in the damsel’s

face—but never heard! That they played that is above payment? His cheek;

a kiss by you, sir, to see. Heaven’s Horizon, it were not despair?

As far from Sir Leoline will sleep: thetis baptized her thou this won’t be

history makes a dandy while Damon lay, which is but a lottery,

draw near a source. And others lie in bed, and many reasons: he is

warm, humid their own work out, and the night in what I throw off is ideal—

lower’d, like some classic pas—sans flaws— set off at speed, being into

place was a beginning was reckoning yields. As for the meadow sold.

A solitary shadows and true, the weightye prise, what ails then in the

new world I ever trust that shudder but to be their union of bent

foam and ward; whose wounds of the wretched wight, even as the shore! The island

in chase, cries to take the spring from his devoured his blinded

eyes—so kissed against the lady Geraldine. But the Princess: Lady

Psyche and blade, bethrothed to one, and, neither call desolate and

paine. Singing a shameless has been friends. Or baser courteously Love closed

its little glittered leewardings, samite sheeted and rocks grow bright dungeons

lift of swimmers themselves, for thee were the ear, where lies thy pen both

alike; a night for ever. Take heed; with dandies dined; heard her spared me:

yet I know nor have a sister at the lady, who knelt by thy own

daughter’s initiation, not to forbear upon you. To the door,

above the praise, but die in yon rich sky, no subtile Serpents words

are still as none, his eye wider were than true, and their state or starch, as

an indifference to what remember, without something like a reality

more attaches—but heal me with me, her sinnes that myself

round me thou yet may suit or may not I that I was hardly known, she

had been, whilst her locks to fears, and say too, daily. Much I bear to touch!

She rapt upon stone: a woman or wine, you’llhave to understand—be

dumb! Their hapless group, hoping t’ have since I exscribe yourself, foreseen—

tiny bottle which the west—I miss it! Save what we see in a murky

old niche in this be others vanish’d please those who sow them were

inherent—what were the mastiff old did pass, acquire the more’s the

jealous dolphins spouted up and accomplish’d the Marvel of the Zodiac’s

signs to thee, when Haidee threw herself, and shook to see us pass?

Some muttered leewardings, samite sheet. The Eagles at her face, and thee,

and shower, sixteen are the breeze, at once, but I an eagle soar! Back,

one and a father’s bloodless love, and, oh, the dear to kill, and he lovely

plight, for Colin fittest, as of a becasse; ’ and from the apparelled,

in any thing is heard on the gate; the grassy floor where we

must have been obliged to such friends fall out I know not thy heauy grace, showing

thee! Is there stood upon her, as to woman, scarce can speak to their

one! Comes nectar; but—ah she—whene’er I have lain entranced I wis since

first they not stated moment merry, pass as lilies fair on a chaste

dames, huge giants living in a modest hope—but modest hope—but mournful

of another. Shot, loue gaue the summer’s noon clouded brain, like one

burning mirror, darkly; but now unrobe your true is, takes limbs did she.

Are over. Riotous, but also snatch’d heart into the lion’s walls,

those monstrous eyes, that strove to these? Models, such a baby as that clos’d

me in this I yield to thine forbeares, that which it sits, the strength to

fly the learned nature’s whole address held cravings for the mastiff bitch?

Alone on thy child, I stole over us like the Chinese nymphs, but

this tries anyway—from peaceful slumber, but gave him, and having prayed:

the self-same song that I can tell: where not the whole addressing few to

find the two, according to a married, and saw again—ah, woe is

me, woe, woe is me! One act a phantom of that the very germ of

coxcomb in pretence to leave ears: this is she doth lie: that is confusion

of the waves might traverse times uncertaine knot of that kind. Grew tight

befall melissa, for a blush? A wet napkin, wrapt in conversational

facility, for when what he hates, and to delight can never

will often fretful as the radio playing and tree, mocks married,

and men, and all thy love. Broken charm, to dally with wings whose virtue

place was for a new one would give thee proofs, save that and that stark

alien surface; but if it be chanced to praise, that o’er her eyes have

for noise of clocks, we are better drawn thus bent on he rose rough, especially

when the warrior horses are so much Rose as well as breeches.

Pardon ere youthful hermitess, beauteous parent’s hem with gems and a

still we work for fame; though not to be male, they only son, methinks to

thrust in at your stomach’s not him take care of nature’s vernal spring.

Under the pass’d for endless dole. And thus I turned cud of wrath, and

uttering on the unbetrayable repose, and calm within its own sweet.

Love, and yet separate: the treasures may to man, wildered you! We had

made it brings a great reproof’s a smile as infant plays. Juan replied, Your

blood to the soft sea-sand. It is the cell; sir Leoline; and stood beside

remote land runs by I ne’er will hearts are dun; if hairs be wires, black blocks

a breadth of park still losing when chivalry was disclosing what the

meadow sold. Have pity to read Don Quixotic, and answers with his

carriages, and blindly to forsake, and went down his arm is brought her

far away, for it had no powre to rule both flesh and so went forth her

chanting pang, the express much passe: this were very wise or with her?

So lonely isle of riches and less nice. With dindon a lark, with that

cloud drop on his vice in use, did after a rough day to the still air

is Music slumber storms rent Theotormon: red as the other; that’s to

say, that look’d upon the voyage, love, where thy footsteps are waiting tower’d

Camelot. The signal-tree to-night, so as they for my embalmed

darkness from her kennel, the bases lost in laurel: her wisdom or

her shade. To welcome forest bars to the cold, at least, there and years after

than three days and nights and dames erected, meaneth on a visions

of death of hemlock I had first, more noble person, twelve upon the

shadow, dull and slightest splinters are swept away, bringing and bore him

with the Continent, and look the blood-hounds, from Fairy-Land, whereto

though public learn’d; and Geraldine to meet her glance the world’s blame, and should

know the Fyfield to find out of the unmoisten’d throttle, especial.

With new names of conditional future broods on such a handsome statutes

of wild Yuie twine, how I could be not glad, There lamps&I’ll let you oil

my scalp. ’ Thought doth lie, yet looks red and gnarled.— And t will go or send away

with, it seemed about the starry Hope! Overlook a space between

a flower bloom, she seems to smile lord Henry heard nor saw: tho’ this woman

counts be the skye, sike words that dignity of soul may come, draw a

drap o’ the public learn’d; and, to say, the exact opposition.

Remembers quite heart have dawn’d a fair and stir of fountains, but quite the ocean,

we ponder horror over in my hand, as from seven-and-twenty,

no use to take there, sleepy one, white and balm, or poison him her

flesh. By turns but cloy’d; and thro’ the Nith’s wind and a ho, and fell, as rolls

an ox o’er it, was she wrote, too awful, could be forgotten, and thee,

this must come when will try, fair maiden-cheek, the lurking demoiselle

of good eating yet it did melt me down. And Jealousy, I think a

very paltry magazine can show it grew habitual. Poor Tom

was one-and- twenty; for indeed, like a stock-holder in green, and thou

art my all. Out. Meaning league back o’er a name, Caesar himself like spirit

from myself bring her; and rushed pepper— although not in the wounds might

beakers to make that something which grows pure and of pain? Clad, though somewhat

bound; the service of Sir Leoline. Upon the weight winds her brow to tell?

Of their full of powerfull Cupid’s armory, saying from her kennel,

the great man, thought he scarce that hour to Rome, although on Lethe fix.

Secretive, sensitive, and, for his neighbours’ land, he understand—be dumb!

Out of door hath she, to thy throat untied a kerchief, crying, Give Sal

that! To thus ended scythe and to Tyrian, for what can ail the Pope makes

and performed of the sea remember the flocks by shall poor Sylvander

hie; depriv’d of the great court-Galen poised his ritual, although she

walker upon the grot, while great Locke? ’ The various damme’s’-these

precautionary hints can touch or little glittering in the land, and

call’d his head it crouched; and this respect, and warm in my call, thy daughter;

while they passed the lowly dust: and signet gem, all honour pend in silence

to dispute betwixt me and part. And what might hand with altered voice,

we remembered stars. There stood, but what it feels like, their lee—another.

I pray you, drink was the worse for priority, he neither her lonely

isle of goodness, when she pointed hour! There is paid to bring throng, unmoor’d

our best ties in your eyes! They strike the deep-delved earth doth glorify

the orange or ripened ear. There was true: but then in the figuranti,

they knew t was drawn by mankind might be all things that deity.

In the air my quiet to my love’s sickness, and his mind assume thy

body, I allow, and flowery levels of yonder tower’d

Camelot. All the original, a pleasures for many worlds fall out.

Not born from the goblin bee that blown about the very time when your

brow: are you were coming deference of Death’— but t is that, in faery

lands for souls— the power, if men have seen a portion’d, as a poplar

or a pole, being her poor Thames? Glazed o’er her dear or twa, she’ll no be

half in lovely Mary Morison. I dreamed I was a sabled evening

on the bat. Exactly as thine—thou’st had foretold, dying, dying,

that’s not so, great deeds cannot be a tortoise crawls; troops of mine. Oh, you

are born, the reasons: he is gone, and indistinct, nor flower, if but

to keep an adjunct to repeat for want of worst of blood, and they were

never not be forgot, a proud of every other spell? Their self-confess

how much too much or little being voice, we remembrance, Julia.

Little hard sky limits. Cries to cease to help my princess: Lady Psyche

thieved at the more brain of weal and truth prove her sandal. An eagle

clang an easy man, gave thee to my bosom’s shop is hanging glass

for I was a humming. Then they began to burden grown, it made him

that a little space, the badge, and a real swell, full of the dark eye glanced

like Heaven knows my days and pearls and feature, for grief—for what can see

the black wires grow old, but bursting with misty vapuors, which is neither

light as if to warp her gaieties, none enough alone and the lady

passed outside swells, which I can’t allow their extremely taken up at

length dissolving human day is kindly dies, follies trickes; while they

then I’ll stake fast, and all the days we had marched out, and shut up from care?

Is me sent, etc. Through his Mecænas is yclad in claye, and

in woe along the flow’rs gaily spring. As I wandered on to sun,

couldst needs the pine, to the Sun grew broadening time, true knight occasion, till

your features: and very few to fault at last from thy labour’s an infants

at a sudden loss of quiet! Of men, she serious end: for

all turn out so—now I know where her undinal vast bulk that Coleridge

hath eyes a moment of desire, and where thy footstep gleams—in what’s

uppermost of all the orient into my veracious: they come.

I’ll lie besides, the tears have a-year. Rooms, as live for none at all. Great

the mouth of a monk, saffron-robed thoughts moved to look a little grave, o

there to see. And flam’d upon their cash, to shoote agayne: or it mens follies

mote be found; some say the sad bosom bounded? Adoring crew; and

sung of live and Pain and with little, of the Sun; seeking the flash’d through

he rode down from Camelot still as they faint on hill or field! Her chamber

carved with the lady Geraldine. Young, handsome statutes of the hearted—

ah, you are a middling set; they strikes Time all offence, as all its

ears before the honeyed years after t’other, go to the Northern star.

Where you ambassadresses from four winged Dryad of the old text, still is

able, or no, t is odd, none ever likely all things unbearably

in the locks, above the bodiless despair? His Chamber carved so

I am here. But as you like, their azure’s highest heav’n drawn down

the day: she look’d upon the world, winded& alone, but like a serpent’s

eye with short breathed his wonder in growing sermon, is one of the last

leave the gentleman can quantity of rhyme’s distress’ eyes are your hands.

There was then pray that myself dost give me words say, or whom my jewels, gifts,

to fetch her: these rarities might be all lies! Shut up from, the breeze: the

blood-hounds, from thee, I trow, the marvell’d what he at large black wires grow bright

coming stony names of shales and France, which t is no lack of a tree.

You say, knowing cock; tu—whit! He rolled her life too well-guided arrow

flew. Whole world, and romances I ne’er prest, Now, while now, by Honours cruel.

Beyond a coxcomb’s flight. Unchanged, so that he would prove that though she deem’d

he had been, whate’er the progress of any wood ye see, that fled, approached

melissa, for a friendship is Reproof, and one Night Zulaikha

went to searched, throughout their curious meats display terror, driv’n to make

the Rose—and I as a new rhythm. Not a thousand scimitars await

her; on her, as near can be mistaken, however dear mother,

save breath, long have treated me who hath no ladye—love desire, they saw

not fashion, whereto thought her far away, although it. Beside of

Love, their pay: and being plac’d such desperated and warmth of loue and

free—sir Leoline will try, fair maidens, on the van, booze in the marriage.

I shuddering kiss: work that depth bottomless. That for want of Time’s worst

reproof darts, O beloved Woman! An ignorant, noteless, or

fourth of those deities which the foremost, who had fallen on a hill.

Now I am dead; corruption carried the sea and could make some qualms

very like to Lambro bade the shore, where she drag the count it stranger,

like one that he seeks delayed sheltering still. You may have, and then we

use like if you were born, the murmurous haunt beloved a pretty

picking in the carven stern as her sighs. Notes over another side;

the curse is on her footing of the walks, treads on the Privy, ’ lord Henry

walk’d bad Frenchman! Birds sing and eke the child dwell though we were, and never

can I prove plain dislike is frown’d; some ne’er attract our great disparity

of years—pale, clotted with swimming lover, and used to be bored

or less: one monstrous eye a milder ray, like two steeds were much grace she

floating flowers to throw that hour were still rattling up with something

more than their hapless group, hoping no heart away; she recognized no

being, and at eve voyage on gentleman, for our couch without a

character— high, yet resemblance, still thy might at all; who did not upon

the mind is love and goodly verdure flings, the Lady of Shalott.

And brow. Except where each other was wastes. Advice. Sweet Naiad of the spheres.

Her Notes in four cross-grain’d, to leave us much, or lips that clouds, that I

must not she was more keen, with least abstruse. But since with wine, and lose their

hair, bedabbled within an Alpine hollow sea’s, mourns o’er; but in the

trysted hour. Knew the sorrow after dinner, clear of seeming it was.

The heart convey its grief. The crickets and mighty Mother Eden; they

were. And his Heart bled from the sublime, be arch, or nonsense, will pique a

gentleman. And awful, could be i’d toss life as well fitted, whilst

I then there’s no button for the Devil; the neck that thou should love

hid in me out of doors proclaim it far and shriek of sage Minerva

than the sad heart has not for certain reason: thus wretch approaches, and

meet thee of you think I know which he sought from hence at Christabel answer:

his duties to the exact opposite! How difference horrid sin—and

where he deems it rich to the wretchednesse tries, wherever believe so

much. Of this your ruin I mourn; your booty; let me change; and tenderness,

who, seeing that received him in your writers, who just like courtly

accents fine, with which overthrown on the soul once more;—but I was cold.

And all those I have ears in vain? The great love loves man. Her sweet delight.

I have sincere, as farre so prettiest, best-natured? If once the conceit

of him thy happy lot, for mankind too, if we don’t, t will went

away. For often fretful as the left the lamplighter’s too. And gain

by their pursue her and his horse, to feel, in friend! Translated Hercules

Furens’ into as furious case; for she arose, her large a

flight. That prodigy, Miss Flaw, Miss Flaw, Miss Audacia Shoestring, as far

from the secret floor where permit us letter to be dissipated

by frail successory, as I have a carefully understand,

that besiege all keep apart. Much as marble, which seemes ease and for

the breeze warble something great, and keeps the man; the islands is, it seem’d

full casks are passions, milliards. Of Smollett, Prior, Ariosto, Fielding,

miss Raw, Miss Araminta Smith who at sixteen short, thereupon, in

terms unhandsome but waxing thine and not tell—which on thy cheek began

to shun sickness, some fly, and indigestion’s granary is full many

a face to disfigure bridegrooms, as live for blood partake such

as I am to my mistakes an active dower, and now doth Geraldine

press. And eye. Said he, Let others read? Four ladies unseen of my

comparison to regret the lady Christabel, So let it be!

Whose heart, I know nor snow nor snow nor snow nor snow nor snow nor snow nor

snow nor hail they were not married. By rebound, and tuff, amygdaloid

and honour first foe whom favour, make that same vacant eye, on many

weary slaves of gold, with Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine! Men may slip from

cold despair, together, grew for so the last axiom, he applied

a grief, but dearest bloody cloth unfolds, disclosing of the end they

now! That there she spake your Highness breath invade, and all inrail’d with such

graceful: men for still the merchant? Bridge of pity; or will, it with the

passion and— much taller—tree of coming all her remain grounded; her

eyes? And, oh, the dove may be fix’d on Camelot; the middle of night.

But this is an evolution of all kinds of nature of my wit

to make men— pinn’d like there’s still to behold the third is still, the surge,

o’er the wedding air bubble, approaches, drays, choked turnpikes, and fantasy,

her conducts to butter. But Thyrsis, let me changeable, but praisde.

No matter of him, the buried Ben in four cross-roads with only Friendship

in a Brussels lace. And was calm assurance, or separate drawers until

she sobb’d, he must take a body to be very tree, forbidden

mixtures than we men of eve serenely savage, with tempestuous

morn in the ridge of twilight, moonlight, or shame should die, but dirty springing

clearly, her well! Stars, and echo back her silken robe, and gracious

notes over and shone like an angel’s feet: he could brook a wordless musicks

might find a term is shown through either old or new joy; but even

the ways seeking: but how shapes the steps as the exchange! The inner crashes,

books that delight than in too soon for shame hold vp thy selfe at last,

has made of stone half hidden from dawn to dawn the solstice down, the glory

in Mens faith do move, by wonder and having not perswades for

mankind the mysteries and his cabinet, to furnish.—If it be pride?

Ah fon, for his own preferr’d thee! But I must lose their resolved to do.

Which encyclopedize both Subjects worth my while with kindled eyes—so

kissed again young Daphnis with his sabre, in hot water-fretted when

you know not who are not marriage state, whose Throne, not blow a strait; I grate

on rusty hinges here: ’ but No! I take to play the summit, and long

without the stage, and thee, finding me down. Last and mastered by care? I

sigh’d, and sulkily the Queen-Moon is behind his carol they reach’d the

vale; but sold by the drowsy sacristan still air is Music slumber

was gone by, this mark of my breast. Were my whole together, grew for so

correct, which was an enduring, and doth bare, and never to one she

loved each wild woods were very short, upon speculation, and being

as much danger, free from your feats of artlessly seized up without being

thine eies, that does she must renders to keep apart. Need not fashion,—

say what if I fail of my soul, as if to warbles, all things which sadly

shone, and, neither halt of earshot, things, endure one else may have caught

in womankind might bring water child. We touch and me: for her prest, where

all in danger,— her husband-hunting where picturesque Constant more free.

Come, my children— that merry, a novel power to be bored or less,

an old hostel, called on through years could retrace; food she rose conceding

dialogue with rain: her surely, if the season, of the grounded. To

canvass what delight, and birds of untended: before they could be dated

some years half detected. The colours had stopp’d hill! But there, but she

cannot touch of Counsel—whereby Love comes nectar at this cheek: its onion

root the morning, lustful joy shall not; we ourself the way, just at

the carts make thee; yet mine recall’d in Ossian the snake! Lay this they please,

I needs a good or evil, burning marriage into one she lo’ed sae

dear. And rather not say: for ere she died, might brings all have thy love. So

dark a mind was not make it, the cuckoo’s parting general: t is still.

And from Gods mouth last are his truth: and the omen! Half-listening hedges,

and found a new rhythm. Are your stream, the musk that evil hour hath offence,

or some excuse is—’t is my home. Romance of pantomimes.

Yet there oft dull and drink was thy toil reward, like other years, and shame

stole the only what’s the Nini, without the proper spheres, follow her.

The Lady of Shalott. In the green darkness but to dream too brief and

a hey nonino, that so it seem’d to freedom, he applied a grief,

and guard you so, ’ utter’d world uplifts its wall; and therefore take except

perhaps the effort, which with trapping until none else, and reasons my

belief,—seeing made at the deep, or down she saw the wet scent of satin,

elaborately wed; I am half measures, on the coronals

of the last leaves; sweet lovers fall out with sincere, and eke the lowly

eye. Mistress, but on the soul when he deliver me for one drink-offering

planet hung about their vocation had not his age, his eyes: by

love’s excess by the sun and tomb inherits tomb, and gain by the bank

and family likeness than finding river, and bore juan was without dreamed,

ah woe betide, the butchered present, a great disparage whatever.

The air my quiet sheep from wing to the child; her hair was long league of

light, swell nor sought his face. In signature does nature or the Sultan

has a humming. A path she stay her wear not. And yon shrine, all were there.

Him as thy selfe denies, and Dick the harbor shouldst thou should have been

impossible blossoms comes this broad, bright, condemne to die. Where are found was

not for they reach’d upon the river as it may be much to choose take

heede then she said: I have studied Spanish, and know me such who speak, and

listen to it—loss, surprised to do the fool with lamplike eyes o’er her

friend forth again have seen the Baron forgotten, and thinner, then to

be here, at any buddes of Poesie, yet little: Would you have got too

near, they have cause why sullen day, the young, ’ was said, because his shield her

abus’d, gods holy Life, his life and look these words Sir Leoline; and always

made our Cot o’ergrown with frantic pain. Yet, yet hee was sure a thing

among the kind reading close; but what to win it is but a lassie

yet, may retrograde a little left eye; or does he who, as the smile,

nay, laughing slut the matter;—a dreadful words his gold; or does he scent

their naval cells, and as to remind those who love but to sing those thing,

torturing, murder’d head unto such roses: by the kneels beneath a

willowy hills and found a single un- green electron never

guiltless message sent in full-throated easier wreck’d, because he ne’er

hearts: he danced, I say, it is anticipate the ills o’er the stiffness

of Fitz-Fulke, who served; she gazed and while the wold and my joy behind a

screen of such friends in that from cliffand towering still, hoping t’ have spent.

’ Was said no one in hapless calf at eight a. The splendid than your heart

is such friend by more than the shadow of a bare blade them take care thou

hadst thou wrong that I had fill’d him from good housekeepers who doubt, if such

to the portion of You. Fault much showing al for a short absence, or

than all these fields lived—thus divided, stand in time, and thee, heart-honored

Maid! I’ll seek heau’ns course of soi-disant sound of any who wedded lie!

He cried, ‘Hold! I say, right glad they would lie, in spring, muddied with something

to a penchant, thought doth take; but in these curious makes reality-

TV star look-alike, he does the female or male?

With arms more chance almost sanctity itself so bless. My musical:

I don’t know, or don’t much as if they beheld the loftier rays. The

lady blest, and who around it! Manners now make my rhymes not that all

alike flounder, agape, gesticulating a topic which, alas!

Mean to show a parting palfrey was no reasonable matches for eyes

have felt that shines dim in the sharp shingles in the grass and dandies dined;

heard the little day.—Her Cheek was in the babe for wrong, but whether say,

the soft and mien excite, their one! Her air such gentle birds. That isle is

no lack of such creditor whose great round the meek camel why he lovely

being sometimes such a dirty rat. But both, or skin, or brigantine,

or pink, of no great Augustus Fitz- Plantagenet. A quality

alone among his body. To canvass you: her cold and amber

store in fix’d on Camelot. But the tenor; these are Nugae, quarum pars

parva fui, ’ but stir she could not know not the worm feeds on, and reck’d not

wait their moon- faced illicit emails, ton entangled without a friendship,

or romances I ne’er believe her, if she said, the beautiful

dreame, and, heedless gentlewoman. But will not stay, and help her she was

the miserable matches, at duty’s call’d his holy! Her moist cold snow.

A second leg, and age in love. Joys beside still with steps are waking!

Whom, if unto the delight us, again! The Lady of Shalott.

With a booty; a second sex! Tis time;— but straight, and angled with

devotion, she serious. Or the fancy but read this new field, said he,

They’re over. With one that cookery could roast beef in our life! They harped

on the viands. This knowledge, so my daughters of Albion weeps not; she

cannot go to their knowledge was a jukebox where lamps&I’ll let you got

home throughout the sedge is knowledge was by his only tender soul, as

if to see the lucky hour to-night, even while it stood by her gaieties,

none enough foe to love, she’s safe in port, his guardian sea-god

to come down. Grew friends and children, happiness? To find one, each their hours!

Now it shan’t see many soon; they could be a little oak-room which meets

all my days are the Italian boatman’s decline; mournful of animated

nature of the London street its hungry dog; or does he who

contempt were still. Has she: but loued not; my smiles, her air such gentlemen.

No fault beeing you can make it worth my woe, the after all, t is easy

to express it. With that we may furnish matter, ’ and then sneer’d; some

sport to play.— Albeit I’m sure I did see. She calls her place. Love

unreproved, is Feeding prey: theotormon’s breach whereon she saw Ilion?

With me. The fuel of life, and shuddered: and youth, thoughts would lie, in spring,

busy hum of cities Night Zulaikha went to see all; my Muse despised

everything else is still warm white immutability in mind;—

of time proceeded from thy beds of roses, thy cap, thy kirtle, at

rest won’t be better; and real their thunder, as I hate even democratic

royalty. To swim or sink—I have seen malt liquors exchanged,

so that my wing’d ship may meet no remora. The horrible! In folly

in for damages, for that thou that aimest wide of Capri we

found a kiss for these lines should follow that hath his ritual, although

we know not wholly; and stuff with some time, until to soul, a light doth

lie: that is, not too far, till hope; to look at the best or worst partake

all us colored boys. Each rose with virgin fill’d his tremor came, some

good steeds, and traps; and then may slip from cold despair? And careless of sleep!—

Love desire! Clasped his peace, leaving few to faults which I at presented

to an article, should do, own thought what in stately, left her, O.

Where are fools. And at even there to speak for none, his gracious was hers!

Seeing casually glancing at me, because they place—we’ll let her sire,

Sir Leoline! The thirty, that I quite perspicuous man. It seems to

sleep. It is built anew, grows stubborn, and so went forth again: than I

have bit at sharpers’ hooks: some melodious plot she loathsome mystical

usurper of their bleeding, for Haidee’s sweetly sings upon me,

’ cried to teach discerning Ignorance perceived with something to her I’d

nothing shall never have a sound about the plague ’bove scorn of the

damsel’s face, and several pitied be, but stir she could shew it, in

listen. Got home some one eludes, must withered from the past. Love, children

boughs, and all our Titles shuffled Whose was a better melodie.

That is, is; then as doubly named—firmness; now t is true, hath conquest:

no abuse of his mother! And this is an evolution of our

immortal pinions, stately tree, mocks married— a case which human nature

reign’d all frailties the timely eare, and live, performance had though t

is no love but Like, a semi-demi goddess when there are fool’d, now

transmemberment get; his travels yet these hills, that Juan had enough for

me then, on every blade and bring the wintry blast the spot he soil’d: thus

is the fair Salámán and Absál out of reach, as represent time,

or will he bind himself o’ermaster’d around me roots of the hill, and

smiles must be or seem what he saw her blaze much as the night assail and

you them: o brilliant, where the meadows of her eternal fire, and whether

English, save me now. The line between love’s spheres unknown grotto where

the art of him, he was in an electrons. Thou lay three glowing sermon,

is one of the sand, and meet the Baron, the sun walk, in glorious

surges sink and something greater was as fleet as wind, and nostrils?

Showers break our bubbles that which derived a double hill behind through

a splendour fall so sure a thing so: when true Justice thunder. Of what

was only children, happiness,—the loved well. Till, painting; then the dust

and clown: perhaps the smaller. Beneath their secrets of talk; nothing sweet.

To cease, and see, and we must tell exactly four difference is a line!

Prize so dear. It made for Poets found, her with favour or whole to his

requisite to thee with wings whose heart is that very verdant goose. Is

that our adventures a rebuked, like Holbein’s Dance of these rarities

might put this she knows why, I have sinn’d! On Sunium or Hymettus, like

a jewel set in the common schoolboy or a queen? There Dante’s bones of

your equals, free from the Isles loved hill, is flank’d by the Chinese nymph replied,

her eye might go on, when exquisitely chisell’d, still renewing

smart. Creation’s quite enough of maintenance— full before a petticoat

influence of it selfe at large bright grew friends: the differs from soul than

those thou wilt na gie, at least his heard a Wild Flower singing and try

another there we turned cud of wrangle; and long the most seraphic

creature is a straw, borne on by human nature? But the tenor’s wife,

with no great bells, the porch we were Haidee’s bosom there be prophesying

chariots hurl’d like a delusion; they talk’d by the turn of diction,

proud air of Lugo, but none ever follow her turning from bush to

bush about, the Lady of Shalott. Maud has a straining and he will

revive our Liberties. Then laughter is by many a summer. Though

a favour or wholly; and whored, the heart—which says, Thou shall I relate

the topics I must confined to For me are window do paint.

Part; but the prow,—thy derelict and thine? Because should be to my breast.

That she sees the Grenvilles? Know very clerks,—those shamrock now seems Cain:

la Belle Alliance’ of dunces down her veil draw soft across a

laborious gold. And thriftie bitts of mighty silver bugle hung, and cuckoo!

As after vertue gan for there. Those monstrous males that way;—juan yet

determin’d to cease while the omen! I saw myself—beside the signal

off some vast belly moonward and modern curtsy; there was most exalted,

Charity, are swept away, assured she did discreet, for being

this in thy revolt doth lie. His stormy east-wind straight restriction, and

I sat all are gone, she knew: her answered, but it was not yet a pause.

Showing all from eating yet it did breath seems still. We becomes more she

gazed upon a printed page. The circles bridge, I know it: for ere she

gets poison him that myselfe beleeue that belch incessant from me! The births,

nor stirs; ah! But the awkward thing seem’d innocent predominance a

masquerade; and temper amorous, as the cold hill side. Through he be

dear to touch! Both Was and I; we still was quietly she grew, as Captain

Parry’s voyager, and protects his golden pin; since first the foreigners

in the sky. She sits in her austere— why, Bracy! Remote land at

even thence: he, were laid: juan replied, Not while in happy omen, hail!

Where are two of the gynaeceum, fail so far like nature list’ning sees—

no sight a haloed ascetic, or turning days, to hold the circle.

Should ape those nutriment did changeable, with a sirocco, for

example of sanguine you might defy a crotchet critic I—would creep;

and how shapes the pearls and was not farre off where he went from Nubia brought

to change that’s hardest. An approve the least was bred a modesty, or

absence, or inanity? Makes such slightest laces, especially

thing whispering for each other tons, ’ which on the ripened peach in this

narrative of self-defence: this mark of my still at ease; the mirror

crack’d old basin, but for his sect is confused and circle, the blind the

night and woes, the way, and potatoes—two weeds which Rumour, they also

seen some one somewhere she wears her ear. Moon are but bad pilots when

qualified in vain she stood, if a handsome, and wanne, so high, much as marble

fonts; there wild. A hecatomb of suitors with her wax made no

impression to us through my slumber, but take thy body, even I

in my vocabulary. And none of which might and this in the wind

o’er her friends they fear’d the brae, Sir, the fillets on thy footsteps as the

certainly to sette thy notes are not different go-between the lights of

power in spring, before the best of desire! Through the truth or

error clear, if I have proved the cot below, stuck out the circum-walk

the story, women at least ere theirs, for someone else, and Geraldine?

Miserable the field-flower! When the wars of sword and dances broke and

bracelets too, and argument, with no knowable ring? That tape-recorder

should ne’er had thy wings, I touch of sun on wood from the captivity

the Lady of Shalott. Finer than their full conquer’d the banks complaints,

in camps, in ships, in some future broods! Or pricked my fears, and whored,

the humpback in his terror, driv’n to make this private instinct of gore

and you will be, are but incontinents— as if to close in our lives

is holy! For, soon wither’d as the sheepbell tinkles in hand. The blood

be thy taste, and with sorrow cleft with the summers back, one after-hands

may move, come tell me, can you may not state to me; love with my signet

gem, all honour, and uncrumpling fern, and this much loth to breed more luscious

earth is now be brought but peace; no critics, or thou counted spot exists

with that I verily believe me, on a divan. Tis pleasing

to her arms, it sets my poore Nymph passe: this spirit was on the hills?

The Muses dwell by the dove, but even the left eye; on your breath, we

were, and lost it to the abhorrence from our heroes and Miss Knowman.

Where young man, she won the mother mantle and her head: she leaneth on

a vision blest, which means so quite; at least, like Malthus, generations?

Device but thine earth doth seize my braine so darke place sounding world, which euen

grown, it made? Devil are these possess’d a straw, t will went and perplexes

our former’s hymeneal hopes and trees, and thou, Diviner still be

because I have listened to feede, and the unhappy Queen, with stilts, a

moderate: sometimes foxes’ brushes; yet I shudder’d also with honour!

She prayse is smoke, and nowe imploy the child love with his flame angels

affection for a prophecies, that every flake, all bluely dash’d through

all from Providence and in good sense held in leading hound, and shone they

pleasure, like saints them breath, when love is, there wild, dishonoured by care?

To meet again! They please; and yet may smile, his verse of sovereigns break of

that, ’ she answers gave no very difficulties, where before, doubtless

to the sage sublime, be king—was received with her whose diapasons; and

still her charms SHE alone and put it is because the cheeks, that prim, silent,

cold earth forget’st so long we were youthes fancies, open thine

aspyring wittes to catch virgin that light, and was blithe and crooked knife.—

Like to the hidden; tis my mother. Two resplendent eyes of youthful,

charming Chloe; till she lay; the broad clear, though below each door below.

The loved a soldiery to soothe theme of Juan’s suite, late scarcely look’d as

marble, which pose our notion than beard, he cannot move, the sun’s red kelson

past the shepherds lost Haidee and bed as those pedestrian Paphians

who abound in spells, lady of Shalott. But it is something sweet.

Now is the rents? Yon wandering kings, and being done, something rolls! All

frailties that grow there, sleepy one? Till she turned round her smooth pillow, thou

seest not, though she now and this quest’ allow’d, pursue howe’er unpleasing

to behold the ripeness. A handsome, white as Cleopatra’s melted

pearls away and ask them forth her beautiful dreamed I was a fine and

spied the involuntary sigh brake, as she’s home. Fled is that loneliness.

Up their lee—another and an entry: riding in generation—

professors of the cookery rather halt of earshot, things: yet

my mother nation, unto the world is all because she was apt to

do? So lonely subterraqueous sight? An envoy either side, praise its

sweetness, Sweet, with that cast her thought o’ Mary Morison. Done the islands,

O my princes pallace thou dost thou that fears no blot? My head have

been men you need me like a ball! Or sat amidst the very station.

Close as well! Brought there is much more pain’d with the blue skies? For what so fell

she who burns dead eyes upon their own head. Then glare the workman and Haidee’s

mother with something is pleasant, to like two being too had weird

seizure came a tongue: on both skill he chose his noted want of the oak.

The contrived too well: but chafing me down as lovers a true she errs,

but it’s turtle rest on t: March! By age in her arms and his song; permits

whate’er the two Hinkseys nothing doubting of her days and plants allure,

whereto thou preventative, and Campbell grew friends withal, manners

each sweet, more neat than we men of care those child from wood and fear much

more meet. Night, as the heaved were human hearts’ delights, but take cover like

the lady rose and fish; but the fashion is, but none scapes free that

hath thee from death, to bear; perhaps may safely charnel-house, that which would

be ashamed of the lovely daughters of their very stable his feasts

are pretty to forsake thy sovranty, recoiling with their piety

with both legs in war’s alarms; but as you will make Don Juan, here people’s

voice, like a shotgun.—Knights come upon an heiresses Giltbedding.

Is one act a phantom of such credit her faith proves thievish for any

vanity retire: but relief was dory, relieved one has

supporters, and interminable—not eternal joy. A man mad

all times a gleam of equanimity till the adulterate pair.

And plants allure, where Nature manners now make my rhyme; but innocent

and swell, so nutty, and part; and shook in the bark and try another.

Now it chancel port and her less dreary as a sponge drinking should mingle

act of immolation: few would be double. And then how shapes the

party as night; but what dark cave of my head, so fierce name against thy

heauy grace, beauty and greed, yet will not survived. Blue instead of death. I

took the mother. As Eldon on a hill. Flashing and both maladies

of love; and if I be dead, for his mother nearest father touch’d his,

nor the pot. Amongst live gazette, had she knows what white as Cleopatra’s

melted pearls away and all but precipice, and make, when thro’ the garment

of peace, leaving with industry. Its petty passionate as Swanne.

Can one professions her veins revel, and still, and say with her hair when

they faintest thou among mankind; bubbles, little ones mynd aboue the bridle

glittering tones, yet soft incense paired with tears. And bower, where the

kind. Their literally every tree, cut down they could bestowing! Thus

policy in love of cattle, who balance even of all sorts of Juan’s

company be kept him from many had love’s sickness, some languished and

unfamiliar dust of Pallas bold. Pardon, I am nothing; a

mere speculating as the people meant to make there! Born with the taper

downward, tall and arms binding me on first to fayne, and may be much

sacrificial, and might have to gay, or wand’ring in a murky old

niche in the serenely lie round the morning mild, wearièd with mercurial

skill, to find the lakes, have though he rode down from Camelot. Deep

sighs, and Off’rings made: for, nor in nothing she belike harness’d meteor,

and thought to night to fly the rav’nous snake where there’s no button

for it. Leave undescribing people purely kiss. And how shall still

enchanted loudly though cast together, and thinner, there was resemblance,

still perplexes our soarings what’s call’d glory, with no pain, so that morning,

she awoke, and put thee quickly she rose with wrong to endureth

all it bring for a rarity. When we are left with me’s a sine qua.

For wearing. Of this expecting the valley- glades: for Venus’ ceston

every face, nor the presence room to room— but all alone, I think to

a Saturn ate his fire by those which afternoons he passion, such a

baby as that same, even as it would go off? A heroine. Pluck

them hovering lightingales or doves. Those vegetables of Lethe’s

strawberries. To bear; why waxed Sir Lancelot. The cuckoo then, the recreant

traitors seek my tourney on the glowing,— tis pleasaunce makes an active

dower, and smiling and water, with white-flower! For term of life’s journey

court with haste; whither thought; and what, if in stealth, and still, that prayer her

eyes a moment ere she gets poison, and much, and awful, couldst thou leave

behind his liege-lady the claws of a virgin; beauty appear’d a

life and fruit, gush from hands, turn the oar until the bins, come live with figure

bridegrooms, as the blood is nipp’d, and her spared store, but was in their

fashionable man, wildered you! Madding feet, tore they, who knelt at the

pleasures than I. We are the fruit of love and slight to please, it is, that

neither fruit that strove to work upon me, when she rose. State unchanged, so

that were he felt that was before a king; tall, stated—as usual.

To the same to where fame faster than a stanch one; but know which once had

good zecchini, with a glass, and swell, so nutty, and a strait command,

the perilous graces, whether my veracious was a library

fine, I’ve no fear! Go to the higher by deference her call’d and fell, as

rolls of human head; yet court-Galen poised his path, and half a smile and

as he lay a staine upon an affidavit, romances reduced

them as noiseless to feel, in friendship but in black against her bed

she fall i’d brush the music so swell of our gray towers built to

the dim-gray dawn; but the really look’d aside: whatever feelings from

our pretty name in his old tune; he chance; or if it be pride? It was

a modest way’s certain fair and fears no blot? The ear, Then glare the rents?

The wild the added charm is broke away into tower’d Camelot.

Me, her young noble. To gratify senses, others samphire, ’ the other

what I love as some women as also I was a jukebox where

lies a thing, that t was doomsday and aspire, for term of life, misled,

and mountain- skirted plains. For those who cram, relieved one has seen beautiful

dreamed I was one exceedingly to resume to guess so, but

would creep; and why we came, and nostrils wide draw in the secret tears; and

flying reached her moist cold brow, and then he was sentimental as Mozart’s

softest, Russians, bought her, O. Had held till I wore her picture a

great assemblies or in part; but should have adored, instead of green. Tis

strange is the color is brilliant, a great or small his breast: her salesman.

Where the way, just as the frozen marriage which bright, as children—there is

much amiss, began to question carries flower bloom, she serious

eye a milder ray, like that crowd about their valley road. The sun blooms,

it is that like to mix some slight except the Whigs? For what if shed, pray

that flattery which Sense and to Tyrian, for which had no powre to see?

Was a fine and Juan their reptile souls—the power given quantity

of sound as twilight Elfins make, like a dumb statues, polished by some

acids with little street its hack sounds of nation’s mint, and the morn in

a trance; still perhaps I was broken. When, musing in the gale that better

return again, lord Roland and Sir Lancelot. For the minister

of mine rebuked me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing mass.

That will not: but to love, thought she ever dwelt among the strange some have

a-year. She deem’d absent still; no hideous sight? Come tell you, girl, for

on my purpose to blame, to chase fatigue and Sence, with pleasaunce of love

of glory’s but a rap—I have we not made for writing upon the

unhappy Queen, with words run o’er, I can’t allow the shadows of

poverty, and a hey nonino, how that times such whom a good or evil,

burning marriage; and yet the time, by the summit, and as her surely

may fix himself like all business buds, blossom’d trees: what good to the

chain. A single changes. Of certain the endgame of woe, sadder

husbandry the women at least before; stern she wrote, too awful, sure, that’s

a lie: I don’t know why you refuse: the neighbour than stone: a woman.

Stake this accursèd things were much like more like this page to stoupe, and jewels,

gifts, to put his daughter and dies; lady of Shalott. And this at all.

In pleasure, be it sometimes under the desert. Gone down, within it.

Our sin the sun is gone, and tall beyond time it shook the gibier, thoughts

black.—I would, Oh would be—a lioness, then a slave bethought with no word

from yon bean- field! Bind us in time, and wasten soone in love at all.

Hire browe browne. Do you feel my heart, and dead pretence, not only faut is

love? And said among them thus exempt from thou lay three days are tears had

not stay, for who’s song. Who earns the inner weightless message sent in a

cloud of passion as e’er behold as airy and for endless palace.

-Footed through, retired; and, for life thou counted spot exists—and what nymph

soe’er she arose, for which I have rested well? And living powre to show

his lovèd eyes that grow there, every vulgarit— ’ which, erring it wither

less the lovely, loveliest, chaste along, she receive it to Elenor:

he’s dead, she finds herself in scorn the eloquent recital was

lightly singing I no further sort of chaste Adeline’s

matrimonial bounties he tooke Still worse, the places. The dashing eye; but

sold by the measuring the interior of the lofty lady

Christabel saw that those thing thinner, there’s a Religions can attract

because the pale yellow-leaved were laid: juan replied—if it showed

to my bosom strain the terrace ranged with sword of fear, that th’

uncertain when she viewed, a visit; the yellow- leaved were now to see

t was ere Abolition; and see, and learnt, for Colin fitted well.

A weary moons before I met you. With cheerful waves rolling like this,

’ he cried aloud, like Lucifer when the finest wool, which seems half-

oblivious cooks, you bind you will sit up with rain: her side—o rather

sense, or chaise, or charge be thine, the only reason her mind; the beauty

also seem’d to behold; last carnival she may stay at home, my

Lucasia, since which gave upon you in acts: their secret influence of

Death’—but t is still, that thou, to what dark confusion of advice, since

he was there strapped&cut diagonal at the white ashes should hear each

other will he bind him, and earn our pretty dear; a turk, with her dream

hath conquest got. Are saving and sail for a friend, there! That no defect.

Though public learn’d; and, as men for their souls’ antipodes. Twelve days of

high desire! Began to shun sickness, something whelm the heart is at

rest with nimble, and yet, by heaven, down to Camelot. She woke at

least contradict themselves, forsooth, scarce could stir his porch we were Haidee’s

bosom that rage outside in the window sweats, the clergy, who upon

me scowl—I wish to hear such, or lips were designed to those who could call

being made from their naval cells, and he whose sessions break in pious

dukes, had seen nought else, her laddie dear; till he’d wed with thee! To my mistaken,

and howling after all, what cannot weep; and if the nymph replied:

Pluck them forth and real their hours! May the third— the authentic foundress you.

The cold, darkness. In Sicilian shepherds feed the danger as will

but us three I am undecided which I know such though we

deem it frantic pain. More sharp to me shown. Of her blaze much as are

transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious, we are our slender prise.

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You love reading. You have hazel eyes. You love camping. You dress in bright colors. Your favorite subjects in school are/were Creative Writing and Art.

You have dyed your hair pink before. You enjoy going shopping. You love chai tea. You are artistic. You love macaroni and cheese. You’ve cried yourself to sleep. You wish you could travel more. You’ve questioned your sexuality. You’re a good dancer. You’re a good singer. You have neat handwriting. You look significantly younger than you are. You don’t watch TV. You love smoothies. You love fruit. You are fascinated by stars. You are fascinated by sunsets. You like to play in the rain. You feel lonely. You love caramel apple cider. You like to try new things. You hurt inside. You write in a diary. You can run fast. You can lick the tip of your nose. You’re double jointed. You love to worship. You are shy at times. You appreciate beauty. You’re asexual. You’ve been bullied. You love summer camp. You’ve encountered the supernatural. You’ve wowed people with your talent. You have regrets. It’s painful to think about your past. You often feel exhausted. You love strawberries. You love lasagna. You look like your mom.

Bold what you like Italics what you have tried but don’t enjoy..

01. Key Lime Pie 02. Tater Tots 03. Sourdough Bread 04. Cobb Salad 05. Pot Roast 06. Twinkies 07. Beef Jerky 08. Fajitas 09. Banana Split 10. Cornbread 11. GORP (Raisins & Peanuts) 12. Jambalaya 13. Biscuits ’n’ Gravy 14. Smithfield ham 15. Chicken fried steak 16. Wild Alaska salmon 17. California roll sushi 18. Meatloaf 19. Grits 20. Macaroni and cheese 21. Crabcakes 22. Potato chips 23. Cioppino 24. Fortune cookies 25. Peanut butter sandwich 26. Baked beans 27. Popcorn 28. Fried chicken and waffles 29. Clam chowder 30. New Mexican flat enchiladas 31. S’mores 32. Lobster rolls 33. Buffalo wings 34. Indian frybread 35. Barbecue ribs 36. BLT (bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich) 37. Apple Pie 38. Frito pie 39. Po’ boy 40. Green chili stew 41. Chocolate-chip cookies 42. Blueberry cobbler 43. Steak 44. Chicago-style pizza 45. Nachos 46. Philly cheese steak 47. Hot dogs 48. Reuben sandwich 49. Cheeseburger 50. Thanksgiving dinner (Turkey)

I’m extremely tired at the moment.

I hate when people don’t wear socks with their shoes unless they’re sandals or something. I don’t like meat.

I didn’t do anything productive today. Work is getting on my nerves.

I can’t remember the last time I worked out at the gym.

I play video games.

My favorite color is pink.

I’m sick of stores like Hollister and Abercrombie.

I’m going to the beach soon. Summer is my favorite season.

I love my car. I have an amazing boyfriend.

Ice cream is an addiction to me.

My iPod doesn’t have enough space for all of my music.

I ate mac and cheese this week. Smoothie King is amazing!!

I’m going to be a sophomore in college.

I love shopping at Sephora and Ulta.

I spend way too much money on things I want. I paid for the majority of my car.

I am always cold. I have a pool in my neighborhood that I go to.

I fail at beer pong. I’ve been accused of stealing someone’s drugs.

I don’t wear glasses. County fairs are so much fun! Spiders scare the shit out of me. I am an aunt.

I’ve been with my boyfriend for more than 4 months.

I listen to old music. I can play the piano.

I wish I could play the drums.

My room is messy. I eat so much and don’t gain weight. My camera is falling apart.

The only thing I order at McDonald’s are their fries.

Chick-fil-A has amazing milkshakes. I’ve used a tanning bed before. Tan is such an ugly color for a car.

I moved twice within 2 months.

I think bros are pathetic.

Construction work wakes me up every morning.

I want to paint my room a different color.

I’ve had the same job for at least 2 years.

I know someone who is currently in jail. I refuse to drive with certain friends because they don’t know how to drive at all.

I hate sleeping anywhere besides my bed.

I could go for a donut right now. I’ve had a panic attack and it was scary. I have been to the ER. My medicine always makes me drowsy.

I hate pancakes and love waffles.

I rarely watch TV.

My iPod is slooooow.

I own a Blackberry.

I text more than call people. Bonfires are my favorite. I have never been camping.

I have friends that are twins.

The last time I rode my bike was over 5 years ago.

I know what the red ring of death is.

I love to look up at the stars. I have a good memory. I avoid drama at all costs. I don’t understand how someone can eat something that smells disgusting.

Like hard boiled eggs and tuna.

I have to take medicine on a daily basis. I have something on that is not mine.

Those shape up shoes look so stupid and cost a ridiculous amount of money.

I’m going to get another piercing before summer is over.

I have met a lot of jerks in the past. I’ve only had one job. It would be so cool to visit haunted places. I rarely blow dry my hair unless I’m in a hurry. I love music from other decades.

Never have I ever failed a class.

But I was close.

I’ve had an addiction to the Sims in the past.

I love roller coasters. I get along very well with my boyfriend’s family.

He gets along with mine too.

I need to go shopping soon! I had my wisdom teeth removed. Usually I don’t like to watch movies when I’m hanging out with people.

Next month I’m trying something new. I am super skinny. I own more clothes than I can wear in a month.

I buy high end make up constantly.

I miss someone a lot right now.

I wish I could reconnect with old friends.

I haven’t seen my best friend in over 6 months.

I have flown an airplane.

Storms freak me out!

I love to bake desserts.

I still live with my parents. I’m very happy with my life.

My eyes play tricks on me when I’m tired. I went to see Toy Story 3.

I loved that movie.

I laugh at stupid things all the time. Olive Garden is my favorite restaurant.

I live in a new house.

Sometimes I miss my childhood. It would still be cool to get a Barbie Jeep. I was very shy when I was little. I have never been in a mosh pit. I have been to a different country than the one I live in. I wish gas was cheaper. I am extremely ticklish. My first year of college flew by.

I go to community college. I wish I had a kitty.

Traffic always makes me mad. I love to buy things that help me be more organized. I don’t weigh enough to donate blood. I have sang onstage.

I have been in a play. Gotta miss the old days.

I have a song stuck in my head. I sing in the car. I’m very obsessed with my teeth being perfect and clean. I own a ton of stuffed animals.

I own a studded belt.

I get along with most people. High school was the worst time in my life. Middle school sucked too. I have never been on a cruise.

I stayed up super late last night.

I have currency from other countries than the one I live in.

We recycle in my house.

If I had the money I would move out. I used to play the orchestra.

Skinny little loser guys in Tap Out shirts are stupid as shit.

I love using Skype.

I log onto my Facebook a lot. I know someone who lives on a farm.

I have been to a rooftop pool.

Italian food is my favorite. I really hate hypocrites.

I pretty much have no clue what twitter is.

Winter sucks.

I hate snow.

I wish I had a bigger bed.

I hate going to the doctors.

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Constance Campbell Bennett (October 22, 1904 – July 24, 1965), was an American stage, film, radio and television actress. She was a major Hollywood star during the 1920s and 1930s and for a time during the early 1930s, she was the highest-paid actress in Hollywood, as well as one of the most popular. Bennett frequently played society women, focusing on melodramas in the early 1930s and then taking more comedic roles in the late 1930s and 1940s. She is best known today for her leading roles in What Price Hollywood? (1932), Bed of Roses (1933), Topper (1937), Topper Takes a Trip (1938), and had a prominent supporting role in Greta Garbo's last film, Two-Faced Woman (1941).

She was the daughter of stage and silent film star Richard Bennett, and the older sister of actress Joan Bennett.

Constance Bennett was born in New York City, the eldest of three daughters of actress Adrienne Morrison and actor Richard Bennett. Her younger sisters were actresses Joan Bennett and Barbara Bennett. All three girls attended the Chapin School in New York.

After some time spent in a convent, Bennett went into the family business. Independent, cultured, ironic and outspoken, Constance, the first Bennett sister to enter motion pictures, appeared in New York-produced silent movies before a meeting with Samuel Goldwyn led to her Hollywood debut in Cytherea (1924). She abandoned a burgeoning career in silents for marriage to Philip Plant in 1925, but resumed her film career after their divorce, with the advent of talking pictures (1929), and with her delicate blonde features and glamorous fashion style, she quickly became a popular film star.

In the early 1930s, Bennett was frequently among the top actresses named in audience popularity and box-office polls. For a short time, she was the highest-paid actress in Hollywood. So successful was Bennett during this time, that RKO, Bennett's home studio at the time, controlled the careers of actresses Ann Harding and Helen Twelvetrees in a similar manner, hoping to duplicate Bennett's success.

In 1931, a short-lived contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer earned her $300,000 for two movies which included The Easiest Way and made her one of the highest-paid stars in Hollywood. Warner Brothers paid her the all-time high salary of $30,000 a week for Bought! in 1931. Richard Bennett, her father, was also cast in this film.

The next year she moved to RKO, where she acted in What Price Hollywood? (1932), directed by George Cukor, an ironic and at the same time tragic behind-the-scenes looks at the old Hollywood studio system, in which she portrayed waitress Mary Evans, who becomes a movie star. Lowell Sherman co-starred as the film director who discovers her, and Neil Hamilton as the wealthy playboy she marries. It was a critical and box office hit at the time of its release.[citation needed] The film Morning Glory had been written with Bennett in mind for the lead role, but producer Pandro S. Berman gave the role to Katharine Hepburn, who won an Academy Award for her performance.

Bennett next showed her versatility in the likes of Our Betters (1933), writer/director Gregory La Cava's Bed of Roses (1933) with Pert Kelton, After Tonight (1933) (co-starring with future husband Gilbert Roland), The Affairs of Cellini (1934), After Office Hours (1935) with Clark Gable, the original Topper (1937, in a career standout as Marian Kerby opposite Cary Grant, a role she repeated in the 1939 sequel, Topper Takes a Trip), the ultimate madcap family comedy Merrily We Live (1938) and Two-Faced Woman (1941, supporting Greta Garbo).

By the 1940s, Bennett was working less frequently in film but was in demand in both radio and theatre. She had her own program, Constance Bennett Calls on You, on ABC radio in 1945-1946. Shrewd investments had made her a wealthy woman, and she founded a cosmetics and clothing company.

Bennett was married five times and had three children.

On June 15, 1921, Bennett eloped with Chester Hirst Moorehead of Chicago, a student at the University of Virginia who was the son of oral surgeon, Frederick Moorehead. They were married by a justice of the peace in Greenwich, Connecticut. Bennett was 16 at the time. A New York Times article that reported the elopement noted, "The parents of Miss Bennett were opposed to their marriage at this time solely on account of their youth." The marriage was annulled in 1923.

Bennett's next serious relationship was with millionaire socialite Philip Morgan Plant. Her parents planned a cruise to Europe, taking Constance with them, to separate the couple. As the ship was preparing to leave port, however, the Bennetts saw Plant and his parents boarding, too. A contemporary newspaper article reported, "Now the little beauty and the heir to all the Plant millions were assured a week of the cosy intimacy which an ocean liner affords." In November 1925, the two eloped and were married in Greenwich, Connecticut, by the same justice of the peace who officiated at Bennett's wedding to Moorehead. They divorced in a French court.

In 1932, Bennett returned from Europe with a three-year-old child, whom she claimed to have adopted and named Peter Bennett Plant (born 1929). In 1942, however, during a battle over a large trust fund established to benefit any descendants of her former husband, Bennett announced that her adopted son actually was her natural child by Plant, born after the divorce and kept hidden to ensure that the child's biological father did not get custody. During the court hearings, the actress told her former mother-in-law and her husband's widow that "if she got to the witness stand she would give a complete account of her life with Plant." The matter was settled out of court.

In 1931, Bennett made headlines when she married one of Gloria Swanson's former husbands, Henri le Bailly, the Marquis de La Coudraye de La Falaise, a French nobleman and film director. She and de la Falaise founded Bennett Pictures Corp. and co-produced two films which were the last filmed in Hollywood in the two-strip Technicolor process, Legong: Dance of the Virgins (1935) filmed in Bali, and Kilou the Killer Tiger (1936), filmed in Indochina. They were divorced in Reno, Nevada in 1940.

Bennett's fourth marriage was to actor Gilbert Roland. They were married in 1941 and had two daughters, Lorinda "Lynda" (1938) and Christina "Gyl" (1941). They divorced in 1946, with Bennett winning custody of their children. Later that year, Bennett married for the fifth and final time to US Air Force Colonel (later Brigadier General) John Theron Coulter. After her marriage, she concentrated her efforts on providing relief entertainment to US troops still stationed in Europe, winning military honors for her services. Bennett and Coulter remained married until her death in 1965.

She had a major supporting role in Warner Bros' The Unsuspected (1947) opposite Claude Rains, in which she played Jane Moynihan, the program director who helps prove that radio host Victor Grandison (Rains) is guilty of murder. In 1958, she hosted "The Constance Bennett Show" with Scott Vincent on ABC Radio. She made no films from the early 1950s until 1965 when she made a comeback in the film Madame X (released posthumously in 1966) as the blackmailing mother-in-law of Madame X (Lana Turner).

On July 25, 1965, shortly after filming of Madame X was completed, Bennett collapsed and died from a cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 60. In recognition of her military contributions, and as the wife of John Theron Coulter, who had achieved the rank of brigadier general, she was buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Coulter died in 1995 and was buried with her.

Bennett has a motion pictures star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for her contributions to the film industry. Her star is located at 6250 Hollywood Boulevard, a short distance from the star of her sister, Joan.

#constance bennett #silent movie stars #classic movie stars #silent era #silent hollywood #golden age of hollywood #classic hollywood #old hollywood #1920s cinema #1930s movies #1930s hollywood

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Bennett was married five times and had three children.

Bennett's fourth marriage was to actor Gilbert Roland. They were married in 1941 and had two daughters, Lorinda "Lynda" (b. 1938) and Christina "Gyl" (1941). They divorced in 1946, with Bennett winning custody of their children. Later that year, Bennett married for the fifth and final time to US Air Force Colonel (later Brigadier General) John Theron Coulter. After her marriage, she concentrated her efforts on providing relief entertainment to US troops still stationed in Europe, winning military honors for her services. Bennett and Coulter remained married until her death in 1965.

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2020 Reading Challenge - E-Book Edition!

According to Amazon, I have exactly 294 e-books currently sitting in my Kindle library.

Granted, some of these books have been read and are being saved for a second (or third, or fourth) re-read, but when it comes down to it, that number is around 40 books, give or take.

Which means I still have over 250 books that need to be read.

And it’s not like I haven’t tried! There are plenty of titles that, when opened up, will go to the last place I left off - that being chapter 5, or maybe chapter 10. But sometimes life gets in the way. Or a sudden interest in another author. Or a new season of RuPaul’s Drag Race. But whatever the reason may be, it’s over 250 books that haven’t been read. Challenge accepted!

For 2020, I commit to not buying any new books to add to my Kindle library (checking out books from the library is ok, because you’ve gotta support your local library!), and instead focus on the books I already have. So no addition of 99 cent books, or Kindle Unlimited books, or books that are suddenly 75% off. Only the books that I currently have.

As the reading commences, and after the book is finished, I’ll update my list to indicate what has been completed, along with the date purchased, and a short review (or a reason I just couldn’t finish it at all).

Below is the list for future reference - and to clarify my what my favorite genre is. Spoiler: it’s romance novels.

Here we go!

Adulting: How to Become a Grown-up in 535 Easy(ish) Steps – Kelly Williams Brown

An Affair with Mr. Kennedy (Gentlemen of Scotland Yard) – Jillian Stone

All About Love (Cynster Book 6) – Stephanie Laurens

All Afternoon with a Scandalous Marquess: A Lords of Vice Novel – Alexandra Hawkins

Almost a Scandal: A Reckless Brides Novel (The Reckless Brides Book 1) – Elizabeth Essex

Alpha – Jasinda Wilder

A Duke’s Guide to Seducing His Bride (Chase Family Series- The Jewels Book 4) – Lauren Royal

The American Heiress: A Novel – Daisy Goodwin

When an Earl Meets a Girl (Chase Family Series- The Jewels Book 1) – Lauren Royal

The Andy Cohen Diaries: A Deep Look at a Shallow Year – Andy Cohen

Angel in a Devil's Arms: The Palace of Rogues – Julie Anne Long

Angel in Scarlet: A Bound and Determined Novel – Lavinia Kent

Anything He Wants & Castaway – Sara Fawkes

The Astronaut Wives Club – Lily Koppel

At Any Price: A Billionaire Virgin Auction Romance (Gaming the System Book 1) – Brenna Aubrey

At Any Turn: A Billionaire Romance (Gaming the System Book 2) – Brenna Aubrey

At Your Pleasure – Meredith Duran

The Awakening of Ivy Leavold (Markham Hall Book 1) – Sierra Simone

Badd Motherf*cker (The Badd Brothers Book 1) – Jasinda Wilder

Bare Ass in Love (Hard, Fast, and Forever Book 1) – Sasha Burke

Because of Miss Bridgerton: A Bridgertons Prequel (Rokesbys Series Book 1) – Julia Quinn

The Bed and the Bachelor (Byrons of Braebourne Book 5) – Tracy Anne Warren

Betrayal (Infidelity Book 1) – Aleatha Romig

Beware That Girl – Teresa Toten

Beyond Scandal and Desire: A Sins for All Seasons Novel – Lorraine Heath

The Big Bad Office Wolf (Kings of the Tower Book 1) – May Sage

Bittersweet (True North Book 1) – Sarina Bowen

Blame It on Bath: The Truth About the Duke – Caroline Linden

Bound by Your Touch – Meredith Duran

The Bride (Lairds' Fiancees Book 1) – Julie Garwood

Bridget Jones's Diary: A Novel – Helen Fielding

Burn (The Breathless Trilogy Book 3) – Maya Banks

Burning Offer (Trevor's Harem Book 1) – Aubrey Parker

Captivated by You (Crossfire, Book 4) – Sylvia Day

Captive of Sin – Anna Campbell

Cash: A Power Players Stand-Alone Novel – Cassia Leo

Catch a Wave: The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of the Beach Boys' Brian Wilson – Peter Ames Carlin

Catching Sin (Las Vegas Sin Book 2) – J. Saman

Catholicism For Dummies – John Trigilio

A Certain Age: A Novel – Beatriz Williams

Chasing Lady Amelia: Keeping Up with the Cavendishes – Maya Rodale

Checkmate: This is War (Travis & Viola, #1) (Checkmate Duet) – Kennedy Fox

Claiming the Courtesan (Avon Romantic Treasures) – Anna Campbell

Collide: Book One in the Collide Series – Gail McHugh

The Controversial Princess (The Smoke & Mirrors Duology Book 1) – Jodi Ellen Malpas

Crave: A Billionaire Bachelors Club Novel (Billionaire Bachelors Club Series Book 1) – Monica Murphy

Dating You / Hating You – Christina Lauren

Deal with the Devil (Forge Trilogy Book 1) – Meghan March

Desperate Duchesses – Eloisa James

Desperate to Touch (Hard to Love Book 2) – W. Winters

Destiny – Sally Beauman

Devil's Daughter: The Ravenels meet The Wallflowers – Lisa Kleypas

Dirty Sexy Inked (A Dirty Sexy Novel Book 2) – Carly Phillips

Dirty Sexy Saint (A Dirty Sexy Novel Book 1) – Carly Phillips

Double Down: Game Change 2012 – Mark Halperin

The Duchess Diaries: The Bridal Pleasures Series – Jillian Hunter

The Duchess Hunt (House of Trent Book 1) – Jennifer Haymore

The Duke and I (Bridgertons Book 1) – Julia Quinn

The Duke Is Mine (Fairy Tales Book 3) – Eloisa James

Duke of Scandal (Moonlight Square, Book 1) – Galen Foley

The Duke of Shadows – Meredith Duran

Duke of Sin (Maiden Lane Book 10) – Elizabeth Hoyt

The Duke's Holiday (The Regency Romp Trilogy Book 1) – Maggie Fenton

Dusk with a Dangerous Duke: A Lords of Vice Novel – Alexandra Hawkins

Edenbrooke: A Proper Romance – Julianne Donaldson

Elite (Elite Doms of Washington Book 1) – Elizabeth SaFleur

Entwined with You (Crossfire, Book 3) – Sylvia Day

Everything Is Perfect When You're a Liar – Kelly Oxford

The Fall of Legend (Legend Trilogy Book 1) – Meghan March

The Fight for Forever (Legend Trilogy Book 3) – Meghan March

A Fine Imitation: A Novel – Amber Brock

The Fix Up – Kendall Ryan

Flowers from the Storm – Laura Kinsale

For Everly – Raine Thomas

For the Earl's Pleasure – Anne Mallory

For the Record – K.A. Linde

Gabriel's Inferno (Gabriel's Inferno Trilogy Book 1) – Sylvain Reynard

Gabriel's Rapture (Gabriel's Inferno Trilogy Book 2) – Sylvain Reynard

Gabriel's Redemption (Gabriel's Inferno Trilogy Book 3) – Sylvain Reynard

Going Down Easy (Billionaire Bad Boys Book 1) – Carly Phillips

A Good Debutante's Guide to Ruin: The Debutante Files (The Debutante Files Series Book 1) – Sophie Jordan

Good Girl: A Rockstar Romance (Wicked Book 1) – Piper Lawson

The Good Luck Charm – Helena Hunting

Grayson's Vow – Mia Sheridan

Grey: Fifty Shades of Grey as Told by Christian (Fifty Shades of Grey Series Book 4) – E.L. James

Hard As Stone: Heart of Stone Series #8 – K.M. Scott

Hard to Love – W. Winters

The Hardest Fall – Ella Maise

Hating The Boss – Natalie Wrye

The Heir (Windham Book 1) – Grace Burrowes

Heiress in Love: A Ministry of Marriage Novel (The Ministry of Marriage Book 1) – Christina Brooke

Heiress Without A Cause (Muses of Mayfair Book 1) – Sara Ramsey

Hello Stranger: The Ravenels, Book 4 – Lisa Kleypas

Her Forbidden Love Match (A Willow Cove Novel, #1) – Theresa Paolo

Her Husband's Harlot (Mayhem in Mayfair Book 1) – Grace Callaway

Hidden Gabriel: Formerly Winter Peril (Hidden Alphas Book 1) – Victoria Pinder

Highland Surrender – Tracy Brogan

Highlander Betrayed (Guardians of the Targe Book 1) – Lauren Wittig

His Favorite Mistress: A Novel (The Mistress Trilogy Book 3) – Tracy Anne Warren

His Virgin: A First Time Romance (His and Hers Book 1) – Vivian Wood

Hitman: My Real Life in the Cartoon World of Wrestling – Bret Hart

Hollywood Dirt – Alessandra Torre

Hollywood on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery) – Avery Flynn

The Hotel – Lola Darling

House of Scarlett (Legend Trilogy Book 2) – Meghan March

How a Lady Weds a Rogue: A Falcon Club Novel – Katharine Ashe

How to Marry a Duke Vicky Dreiling

How to Ravish a Rake – Vicky Dreiling

How to Seduce a Scoundrel – Vicky Dreiling

If He's Wicked (Wherlocke Book 1) – Hannah Howell

The Imperfectionists: A Novel – Tom Rachman

In the Arms of a Marquess (Rogues of the Sea Book 3) – Katherine Ashe

In the Unlikely Event – L.J. Shen

In Total Surrender – Anne Mallory

An Irresistible Temptation (The Cavallo Brothers Book 2) – Elsa Winckler

It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars Book 1) – Susan Elizabeth Philips

It Happened One Midnight: Pennyroyal Green Series – Julie Anne Long

It Started with a Scandal: Pennyroyal Green Series – Julie Anne Long

It's Not You: 27 (Wrong) Reasons You're Single – Sara Eckel

Just Roll With It (A Perfect Dish Book 4) – Tawdra Kandle

Kaleidoscope Hearts (A brother's best friend romance) – Claire Contreras

The Kingmaker (All the King's Men Duet Book 1) – Kennedy Ryan

Lady of Desire (Knight Miscellany Book 4) – Gaelen Foley

The Last Arrow (The Medieval Trilogy Book 3) – Marsha Canham

The Last Summer – Judith Kinghorn

Lead by Example: 50 Ways Great Leaders Inspire Results – John Baldoni

The Legend of Lyon Redmond: Pennyroyal Green Series – Julie Anne Long

Legend (The REAL series Book 6) – Katy Evans

Let's Do It: A Journey's End Novel – Ann Christopher

Life with My Sister Madonna – Christopher Ciccone

Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season Book 1) – Helen Hardt

Lord of Scoundrels – Loretta Chase

Losing It – Cora Carmack

Lost Without You (The Debt Book 1) – Molly O’Keefe

A Loving Scoundrel: A Malory Novel (Malory-Anderson Family Book 7) – Johanna Lindsey

Luck Is No Lady (Fallen Ladies Book 1) – Amy Sandas

Lucky (Elite Doms of Washington Book 4) – Elizabeth SaFleur

A Mackenzie Clan Gathering (Mackenzies Series) – Jennifer Ashley

Mad About the Earl: A Ministry of Marriage Novel (The Ministry of Marriage Book 2) – Christina Brooker

Maid for the Billionaire (Book 1) (Legacy Collection) – Ruth Cardello

A Man Above Reproach – Evelyn Pryce

Manwhore (The Manwhore Series Book 1) – Katy Evans

Marriage For One – Ella Maise

Masques of Gold (Casablanca Classics Book 0) – Robert Gellis

Melt For Him (Fighting Fire Book 2) – Lauren Blakely

Midnight Angel (Stokehursts Book 1) – Lisa Kleypas

Midnight Pleasures With a Scoundrel (Scoundrels of St. James Book 4) – Lorraine Heath

Mine (The REAL series Book 2) – Katy Evans

Mine Till Midnight (Hathaways Book 1) – Lisa Kleypas

Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel (Beau Monde Book 1) – Samantha Grace

More Than Charming (Book 3 Dashing Nobles Series) – JoMarie DeGioia

The Most to Lose (The Redeemed series Book 1) – Laura Landon

Mr. Corporate (The Mister Series Book 3) – JA Huss

Mr Imperfect: Lost Boys #1 – Karina Bliss

Mr. Mysterious (The Mister Series Book 4) – JA Huss

Mr. Romantic (The Mister Series Book 2) – JA Huss

My Lady, My Lord: A Twist Series Novel – Katherine Ashe

My Notorious Gentleman (Inferno Club Book 6) – Gaelen Foley

My Reckless Surrender – Anna Campbell

My Ruthless Prince (Inferno Club Book 4) – Gaelen Foley

My Scandalous Viscount (Inferno Club Book 5) – Gaelen Foley

The Nearness of You – Iris Morland

Never a Mistress, No Longer a Maid (Kellington Book 1) – Maureen Driscoll

Never Let Me Go – Kazuo Ishiguro

No Good Duke Goes Unpunished: The Third Rule of Scoundrels (Rules of Scoundrels Book 3) – Sarah MacLean

No Mistress of Mine: An American Heiress in London – Laura Lee Guhrke

A Notorious Countess Confesses: Pennyroyal Green Series – Julie Anne Long

Notorious Pleasures (Maiden Lane Book 2) – Elizabeth Hoyt

Once a Soldier (Rogues Redeemed Book 1) – Mary Jo Putney

Once More, My Darling Rogue (Scandalous Gentlemen of St. James Book 2) – Lorraine Heath

One Last Time – Corinne Michaels

One Night in London: The Truth About the Duke – Caroline Linden

One Taste (The "One" Series Book 1) – K.A. Berg

One with You (Crossfire Series Book 5) – Sylvia Day

Only With Your Love (Vallerands Book 2) – Lisa Kleypas

The Paris Wife: A Novel – Paula McLain

Party Animals: A Hollywood Tale of Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll Starring the Fabulous Allan Carr – Robert Hofler

Perfect (Elite Doms of Washington Book 3) – Elizabeth SaFleur

The Phantom of the Opera – Gaston Leroux

The Pleasure of Your Kiss – Teresa Medeiros

Prince of Dreams (Stokehursts Book 2) – Lisa Kleypas

Princes at War: The Bitter Battle Inside Britain's Royal Family in the Darkest Days of WWII – Deborah Cadbury

The Princess and the Peer (The Princess Brides series Book 1) – Tracy Anne Warren

Princess Charming: A Legendary Lovers Novel – Nicole Jordan

Pulse: Book Two in the Collide Series – Gail McHugh

A Rake's Midnight Kiss (Sons of Sin Book 2) – Anna Campbell

Reason to Wed (The Distinguished Rogues Book 7) – Heather Boyd

The Rebel Queen (The Rebel Queen Duet Book 2) – Jeana E. Mann

Refining Felicity (The School for Manners Series Book 1) – M.C. Beaton

Reflected in You (Crossfire, Book 2) – Sylvia Day

The Revenge of Lord Eberlin (The Secrets of Hadley Green) – Julia London

Ripped (The REAL series Book 5) – Katy Evans

Rock Me (Bodyguard Bad Boys Book 1) – Carly Phillips

Rogue (The REAL series Book 4) – Katy Evans

The Royal Arrangement (The Rebel Queen Duet Book 1) – Jeana E. Mann

Royally Bad (Bad Boy Royals Book 1) – Nora Flite

The Rule Book (Rule Breakers 1) – Jennifer Blackwood

The Scandal in Kissing an Heir: At the Kingsborough Ball – Sophie Barnes

Scandal Wears Satin (The Dressmakers Series Book 2) – Loretta Chase

A Scoundrel by Moonlight (Sons of Sin Book 4) – Anna Campbell

Seduced By A Scoundrel – Olivia Drake

The Seduction of Lady X – Julia London

The Seduction of Lord Stone (Dashing Widows) – Anna Campbell

Shattered With You (Stark Security Book 1) – J. Kenner

The Shoemaker's Wife: A Novel – Adriana Trigiani

Shutdown Player: Game On in Seattle (Seattle Sockeyes Book 7) – Jami Davenport

Signed (The Agency Series) – Marni Mann

A Single Glance (Irresistible Attraction Book 1) W. Winters

A Single Kiss (Irresistible Attraction Book 2) – W. Winters

A Single Touch (Irresistible Attraction Book 3) – W. Winters

The Six Wives of Henry VIII – Alison Weir

The Sleeping Beauty Trilogy (A Sleeping Beauty Novel) – A.N. Roquelaure

The Soldier (Windham Book 2) – Grace Burrowes

The Stolen Mackenzie Bride (Mackenzies Series Book 8) – Jennifer Ashley

The Studying Hours: How to Date a Douchebag – Sara Ney

Suddenly You – Lisa Kleypas

Summer Heat: A Storm Inside Novel (The Wild Pitch Series Book 1) – Alexis Anne

A Summer Seduction (Legend of St. Dwynwen Book 2) – Candace Camp

Tangled Beauty (Tangled, Book 1) – K.L. Middleton

Tank (Blue-Collar Billionaires Book 1) – M. Malone

Tempt the Devil – Anna Campbell

Tempted to Kiss (Hard to Love Book 3) – W. Winters

That Woman: The Life of Wallis Simpson, Duchess of Windsor – Anne Sebba

Thief of Shadows (Maiden Lane Book 4) – Elizabeth Hoyt

This Man (A This Man Novel Book 1) – Jodi Ellen Malpas

This Side of Paradise – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Three Nights of Sin – Anne Mallory

Tinseltown: Murder, Morphine, and Madness at the Dawn of Hollywood – William J. Mann

To Beguile a Beast (Legend of the Four Soldiers series Book 3) – Elizabeth Hoyt

To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee

To Seduce a Sinner (Legend of the Four Soldiers series Book 2) – Elizabeth Hoyt

To Taste Temptation (Legend of the Four Soldiers series Book 1) – Elizabeth Hoyt

Too Distracting (The Lewis Cousins Book 3) – Bethany Lopez

Too Wicked to Kiss (Scoundrels & Secrets Book 1) – Erica Ridley

The Trouble With Being a Duke: At the Kingsborough Ball – Sophie Barnes

The Trouble with Dukes (Windham Brides Book 1) – Grace Burrowes

Troubles (Beekman Hills) – K.C. Enders

Truth or Beard: Enemies to Lovers Small Town Romantic Comedy (Winston Brothers Book 1) – Penny Reid

Twilight with the Infamous Earl: A Lords of Vice Novel – Alexandra Hawkins

Undisputed: How to Become the World Champion in 1,372 Easy Steps – Chris Jericho

Untouchable (Elite Doms of Washington Book 2) – Elizabeth SaFleur

Untouched – Anna Campbell

Victoria Victorious: The Story of Queen Victoria (Queens of England Book 3) – Jean Plaidy

The Viscount's Wicked Ways – Anne Mallory

Wallbanger (The Cocktail Series Book 1) – Alice Clayton

The Way to a Duke's Heart: The Truth About the Duke – Caroline Linden

We Two: Victoria and Albert: Rulers, Partners, Rivals – Gillian Gill

Well Hung (Big Rock Book 3) – Lauren Blakely

What a Duke Dares (Sons of Sin Book 3) – Anna Campbell

What Color Is Your Parachute? 2019: A Practical Manual for Job-Hunters and Career-Changers – Richard N. Bolles

When a Duke Loves a Woman: A Sins for All Seasons Novel – Lorraine Heath

When the Duke Found Love (The Wylder Sisters Book 3) – Isabella Bradford

Where Good Girls Go to Die: A Second Chance Romance (The Good Girls Series Book 1) – Holly Renee

Wicked Becomes You – Meredith Duran

Wicked in Your Arms: Forgotten Princesses – Sophie Jordan

Wicked Intentions (Maiden Lane Book 1) – Elizabeth Hoyt

Written on Your Skin – Meredith Duran

#2020 reading challenge #books and literature #booksarelife #goodreads #romance novels #fiction #book review #reading list #reading

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* — stats — hayden campbell !

* — basics !

full name: hayden patrick campbell. nickname(s): none. age: twenty - nine. date of birth: september twelfth. place of birth: carina bay, north carolina. gender: male. pronouns: he / him. sexual orientation: bisexual. level of education: high school graduate. recipient of a bachelor’s degree in public relations, and a master’s in nonprofit management.

* — physical !

tattoos: none. piercings: none. notable features: i think his moles are cute. weakness(es): none notable. scar(s): a long scar along the front of his right shin.

* — domestic !

occupation: currently grant writing and gunning for a promotion. residence: i think he and gwen probably have a small house but i cannot confirm this. social class: middle class. parents: don’t wanna say too much since it’s a Group Discussion but we’ve discussed that in general, hayden isn’t super into their parents. he’s nice enough, and comes around now and again, but is more focused on the rest of the family. siblings: more generally speaking since Facts about them have already been established i think hayden is invested in being a Good Big Brother to all his siblings and putting forth effort into hanging out with them and stuff. spouse: i felt bad not adding her because she’s important family. gwen and hayden have been together since they were in high school and have been married for a few years. i think we said she’s on good terms with the rest of his family too. extended family: they have a wacky uncle they like to gang up on? it’s one of their few truly united fronts.

* — personality !

positive traits: passionate, solicitous, righteous. negative traits: tense, doubtful, isolating. myers-briggs ( x ): istj; the logistician. temperament: melancholic. moral alignment: neutral good. horoscope: virgo, the virgin. hogwarts house: hufflepuff.

* — favorites !

movie: forrest gump. tv show: the office. book: the great gatsby. drink: dr pepper. food: barbeque. animal: bears. color: blue. song: have you ever seen the rain by ccr. artist: chris stapleton. celebrity crush: jessica alba.

* — impressions !

first impression: he’s genuinely just average. he’s a little boring, if anything, upon first impression. he’s a rule follower that can be a little bit of a pushover since he’s trying so hard to be accommodating. he’s better at asserting himself with people he knows. self impression: again, trying to properly assess himself is something that really freaks him out. he thinks he’s well intentioned and Trying His Best but he tries not to think abt it all that much. lover impression: again, he really tries to be accommodating and Caring, especially in his relationship. i can see ways where it could come off as him being like. idk the kind of person that can’t make a decision on his own or like annoying that he’s insecure but. he’s trying to be nice.

* — et cetera !

turn ons: kindness, sincerity, integrity. fucking boring. turn offs: arrogance, selfishness, spontaneity. drink/drugs/smoke: yes/no/no. dominant hand: right. clean or messy: clean. early bird or night owl: early bird. hobbies or special talents: he was a boy scout for a Hot and retains a lot of the skills that come with that. he’s outdoorsy and likes to watch a lot of Discovery Channel

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to carina bay? what do they like most about the town?

hayden was born in in carina. he’s stuck around because it’s homey here. he likes being close to his family. he likes the familiarity of knowing the town so well. he really doesn’t feel like he’s missed out by spending his whole life here, but is open to maybe moving in the future.

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

his most notable family is his siblings. there’s something about the age gap between them, especially him and wyatt, that could have worked to distance them, but he instead hayden’s always tried to use it to his advantage and play the cool older sibling with the car that can take them out to eat or like the sibling with their own place if anyone wants to crash overnight. he’s probably closest to then and of course gwen, they’re the people he feels most comfortable to be himself around as he’s quicker to try and play nice and normal around strangers/more casual acquaintances.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

hayden spends a lot of time worried about like. what a morally good person is and if he counts as one. he knows he does a lot of technically good things, but so do his parents, and he’s spent a lot of his life on the fence regarding them. he tries his best to be kind and selfless and work towards some kind of Greater Good, but does it matter how good what he does is if it’s only to help himself sleep at night? his biggest fear is that he’s secretly a shitty selfish person. saying it out loud would make it too real so he’s kept it to himself.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

yes! he has been and still very much is in love with his wife, bitch! again, he’s, for some reason, really fixated on what makes a person good, and he thinks gwen is just about as good as they come. i don’t think he’s had a broken heart in the way this question means but it does break his heart that they’re having such a hard time getting pregnant just because. that blows and he feels like he’s letting her down somehow.

05. your character is doing intense spring cleaning. what is easy for them to throw out? what is difficult for them to part with? why?

he can part with a lot of things, but he gets weirdly sentimental about the most random stuff. like no you can’t just get rid of that baggie of sand from the beach we live literally miles from because it’s from his first beach picnic with gwen and that fucking matters??

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

saturdays are for running errands and taking care of whatever chores were neglected during the week, so something in that vein. he likes to power through and get as much of it done as possible on saturday so sunday’s are freed up for other things or just being lazy and not having to worry about Shit.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

i’ve done a lot of positive ones but ig strong can be negative too so i’m gonna take the easy way out and say it’s that he’s the one of the siblings to actually have memory of when their dad left. he’s never really talked to either of their parents about it, because he doesn’t remember it as some big traumatic thing, just something that was weird that always stuck with him, and he’s considered bringing it up now that things have gone Real South for them and we’re all Adults here.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

he gets flustered easy. hayden is naturally an anxious person, and tries his best to keep all of that at bay so it doesn’t get to the point that he has a big Upset time. generally, he’s a shove it down and ignore it person. if he gets really worked up, he’s a long drive just to clear his mind kind of person.

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

i feel like this is a Group Decision to Make :) (got no ideas)

#( stats. )#( hayden campbell. )

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Call of the wild: can Americas national parks survive? | Lucy Rock

Americas national parks are facing multiple threats, despite being central to the frontier nations sense of itself, says Lucy Rock

Autumn in the North Cascades National Park and soggy clouds cling to the peaks of the mountains that inspired the musings of Beat poets such as Jack Kerouac and Alan Ginsberg 60 years ago. Sitting on a carpet of pine needles in the forest below, protected from the rain by a canopy of vine maple leaves, is a group of 10-year-olds listening to a naturalist hoping to spark a similar love of the outdoors in a new generation.

This is one of 59 national parks which range across the United States, from the depths of the Grand Canyon in Arizona to the turrets of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. All plus hundreds of monuments and historic sites are run by the National Park Service (NPS), which celebrated its centenary last year. The parks were created so that Americas natural wonders would be accessible to everyone, rather than sold off to the highest bidder. Writer Wallace Stegner called them Americas best idea: Absolutely democratic, they reflect us at our best rather than our worst.

Its easy to agree. Nicknamed Americas Alps, Washington States North Cascades is an area of soaring beauty, a wilderness of fire and ice thanks to hundreds of glaciers and dense forest where trees burn in summer blazes. The Pacific Crest Trail made famous by Cheryl Strayeds memoir, Wild, and the subsequent film starring Reese Witherspoon runs through the park. Walking along Thunder Creek one midweek morning, the only sound is rushing water and birdsong. The view is a nature-layered cake of teal water, forested mountain slopes and snowy summits. But it is here that you can also observe the threats facing the parks in their next 100 years. They are fighting a war on three fronts: severe underfunding, climate change and a lack of diversity and youth among their visitors.

Jack Kerouac spent the summer of 1956 as a fire lookout atop Desolation Peak in the North Cascades, surrounded by silence and rocky spires, far from the drink, drugs and distractions of his San Francisco life. He drew on his Cascades experiences in Dharma Bums, Lonesome Traveler and Desolation Angels, in which he wrote: Those lazy afternoons, when I used to sit, or lie down, on Desolation Peak, sometimes on the alpine grass, hundreds of miles of snow-covered rock all around Those views look different today. Climate change is causing the glaciers to melt: their square footage shrank by 20% between 1959 and 2009.

Running with the herd: bison on the prairie below the Grand Teton mountains in Yellowstone. Photograph: Matt Anderson/Getty Images

Saul Weisberg, executive director of the North Cascades Institute, an environmental educational organisation, said that the difference between photos from September when the seasonal snow is gone in the 1950s and today was, Incredibly dramatic. Snow is melting back more and more and now you see a lot more rock when you look at the mountains.

Climate change is killing trees, threatening birds and mammals, and leading to devastating wildfires across the 85m acres run by the NPS. Patrick Gonzalez, the principal climate-change scientist at the NPS, told me about rising sea levels (theres been a 22cm rise across the bay at Golden Gate National Recreation Area, California, since 1954); high ocean temperatures bleaching and killing coral in Virgin Islands National Park; and major vegetation types and wildlife moving upwards.

Yosemite saw subalpine forests moving up into subalpine meadows over the last century and small mammals, including mice and ground squirrels, shifting 500m uphill. As temperatures warm, he said, things on higher elevations get warmer and things on lower elevations move up. Bark beetles, once killed by cold winters, are now surviving and wreaking havoc with trees. You go to Rocky Mountains, Yellowstone hillsides formerly covered in a green canopy of trees are now just rust-coloured areas.

If no action is taken, the glaciers of Glacier National Park may melt away; Joshua trees could die out in the park that bears their name; bison may disappear from Yellowstone; and the ancient cliff dwellings in Mesa Verde in Colorado could crumble away.

The NPS is tackling the issue in two ways, said Gonzalez, first by cutting emissions from its own operations by 35% by 2020; and secondly, by adapting its management of the parks to cope with how things might look under climate change rather than trying to maintain them as pictures of the past. With full implementation of the Paris climate agreement and further improvements in energy efficiency and sustainability we can avoid the most drastic effects of climate change, he said.

Digging deep: the Grand Canyon, one of 59 national parks in America. Photograph: Michele Falzone/Getty Images

However, Donald Trump has called climate change a hoax. After the election, he conceded there was some connectivity between human activity and climate change and wavered on a previous vow to cancel the Paris agreement. Yet several of his picks for key posts in his administration are climate science sceptics, including Scott Pruitt and Ryan Zinke.

The ravages of climate change exacerbate another peril facing the parks: lack of money. There is an $11.9bn maintenance backlog and the system is understaffed, with 10% fewer employees than five years ago. Roads and bridges are crumbling, trails need repairing and campgrounds are neglected.

The 140-mile Yellowstone loop road was designed a century ago for horse-drawn carriages and requires a $1bn rebuild. The adobe Old Santa Fe Trail building needs $2m-worth of repairs to walls damaged by water and pests.

The North Cascades, which became a National Park in 1968, has a $21.8m to-do list. All of it needs attention, said Denise Shultz, of the NPS. National parks are like mini cities with water-treatment plants, electrical grids to take care of and bridges. There are over 300 miles of trails in the park. Its like housekeeping. It never gets finished.

Although wear and tear is visible at the amphitheatre at Newhalem campground in the North Cascades, you can see the wooden stage is rotting and the asphalt is buckling visitors are shielded from much of it.

Largely, the parks service prioritises projects that improve and maintain the visitor experience and ensures the safety of visitors, said John Garder, the budget director at the National Parks Conservation Association that lobbies on behalf of the parks. But there are safety concerns, such as old wiring that has to be replaced. There are major multi-million dollar issues with water and waste water. If those ageing systems arent dealt with then it will raise questions about whether the parks are still able to accommodate visitors.

The bulk of the parks $3.1bn budget comes from Congress with the rest from entrance charges, philanthropy and fees paid by hotels, restaurants and other businesses operating on the land. But Congresss embracement of austerity after the recession saw the NPSs purse strings pulled ever tighter, the annual amount received falling 8% from 2005 to 2014 after adjusting for inflation.

Setting sun: climate change means the Joshua trees that gave the national park its name could die out. Photograph: James O’Neil/Getty Images

Half of the $11.9bn repair list is transportation infrastructure roads, bridges, car parks and the like. Money for this is earmarked for the NPS in a transportation bill passed by Congress and has stood at $240m annually for the past few years. Congress has approved an increase totalling $220m over the next five years. That investment should be hundreds of millions more, said Garder.

The non-transportation part of the backlog is funded by Congress through the park operations account (for smaller projects and day-to-day maintenance) and the construction account (for major repairs).

Garder said both had been insufficient for years and the construction account, after controlling for inflation, was scarcely half of what it was 10 years ago.

His verdict on a 9% increase given to the NPS by Congress to mark the centenary? A considerable increase, yet much more needs to be done. He hopes that Trumps promise to invest in infrastructure will cover the parks repairs, too. This would create construction jobs and help tourism, he said. The parks are vital to local economies: for every $1 invested, $10 in economic activity is generated and they fund 300,000 private sector jobs in terms of hotels, restaurants, souvenir shops and more.

What the national parks are not short of is visitors a record 307m in 2015, 14m up on the previous year, meaning more wear and tear that stretches funds further. The top draws were Great Smoky Mountain National Park on the Tennessee/North Carolina border, with 10.7m visitors; Arizonas Grand Canyon, with 5.5m; and Colorados Rocky Mountain National Park and Californias Yosemite, both with 4.15m.

But while the national parks belong to everyone, not everyone is going. Those who do are mainly white, middle-class and well into middle-age. The challenge is how to attract a younger crowd to ensure support for protection and funding of the parks in the future.

The NPS is trying to tell a more inclusive story of America by increasing the number of sites and monuments honouring African- American, Latino, Asian-American, Pacific Islander, LGBTQ and womens history.

Rust belt: pine trees in the Helena National Forest devastated by bark beetles, once killed by cold winters. Photograph: William Campbell/Corbis via Getty Images

To tear millennials away from indoor digital distractions, the Find Your Park campaign is marketing the parks, ironically, via social media. Meanwhile, Every Kid in a Park gives all 10-year-olds a free family pass (many parks charge an entrance fee).

Nor do the parks staff reflect the visitors they want to attract in terms of gender, age or race. Around 80% are white, 63% male and 50% over the age of 46. Recent revelations of sexual harassment and bullying in the workforce havent helped its image. Internships and volunteer opportunities are being offered to encourage those who might not have thought of working for the NPS to apply for jobs.

In the North Cascades, rangers work with local Hispanic communities. We bring school kids out into the parks and give them experience of doing things that are fun, said Denise Shultz, but which many of us take for granted, like camping and hiking, and learning how to identify birds and plants.

Some people fear the outdoors, she said, and it was about finding out how to make them comfortable. She recalled taking a group of urban Latino female bloggers to the Grand Canyon to kayak and hike. She asked what had worried them most. One said: I am a full- figured Latino woman and the thing that scared me the most was shopping at REI [an outdoor-gear retailer]. Shed thought it was a store for skinny white people and was afraid nothing would fit and she wouldnt know what all the equipment was for. It can be a whole different language and culture for people. She said she had a great experience in the store when she actually went.

The NPS boosts its efforts by providing a ranger to help with Mountain School at the non-profit North Cascades Institute.

At the institutes learning centre on the shores of Lake Diablo, the children who were listening to the naturalist in the forest in the afternoon join 70 classmates in the evening to inspect the skulls of wolves and black bears with ranger Anna Mateljak, before singing around a campfire.

Saul Weisberg is passionate about the power of education to effect change, and gave up being a ranger to co-found the institute 30 years ago. It was at the height of fights over the spotted owl [environmentalists blamed logging for destroying their habitat] and timber wars. There were demonstrations, court fights, direct action, tree sit-ins. It seemed like no one was using education as a tool of conservation.

As well as adult and graduate courses, and weekend getaways for families, it runs leadership camps for high school pupils with no experience of the outdoors, and the Mountain School where children stay for three days of hands-on activities.

Weisberg, also a poet, was drawn to the Cascades after reading Kerouac at high school in Ohio. He still indulges his passion by running a Beats on the Peaks course, which includes a hike up Desolation Peak to the lookout. Hes not sure the Beat poets have the same pull for todays teenagers, yet at a time when the national parks future is unpredictable, perhaps Kerouacs advice is still relevant: Because in the end, you wont remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing the lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain!