i'm leah, a 22 year old marketing student who firmly believes that everything a person needs to be successful in life can be learned by watching sherlock, reading homestuck and being a loud ass feminist. life's too short to be anything but happy.
my fic recs (destiel, davexjohn, johnkat, john/sherlock, shakarian, shoker, etc) are here, and a slightly more coherent list is under construction at my AO3.
i also run an extremely specific blog about uk scenery over at scenery porne, and another about food so delicious it makes you uncomfortable at food boners!
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as you may know, senor husbando memorized a sonnet to read to me at the wedding (and didn’t get around to it until the following day, the madman). this is my return volley - i put pablo neruda’s poema 18 to music!
Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me. The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
Mi hastío forcejea con los lentos crepúsculos Pero la noche llena y comienza a cantarme. La luna hace girar su rodaje de sueño.
Me miran con tus ojos las estrellas más grandes. Y como yo te amo, los pinos en el viento, quieren cantar tu nombre con sus hojas de alambre.
