emma&bear

More Bunny Bear Please

emma&bear — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 19:48:58 +0000

Justin Vernon + Sean Carey.

My Lost City

emma&bear — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 15:34:22 +0000

New York had all the irridescence of the beginning of the world. The returning troops marched up Fifth Avenue and girls were instinctively drawn east and north towards them – this was the greatest nation and there was gala in the air.

As I hovered ghost-like in the Plaza Red Room of a Saturday afternoon, or went to lush and liquid garden parties in the East Sixties or tippled with Princetonians in the Biltmore Bar, I was haunted always by my other life – my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon the day’s letter from Alabama – would it come and what would it say? – my shabby suits, my poverty, and love. While my friends were launching decently into life I had muscled my inadequate bark into midstream. The gilded youth circling around young Constance Bennett in the Club de Vingt, the classmates in the Yale-Princeton Club whooping up our first after-die-war reunion, the atmosphere of the millionaires’ houses that I sometimes frequented — these things were empty for me, though I recognized them as impressive scenery and regretted that I was committed to other romance. The most hilarious luncheon table or the most moony cabaret — it was all the same; from them I returned eagerly to my home on Claremont Avenue – home because there might be a letter waiting outside the door.

One by one my great dreams of New York became tainted. The remembered charm of Bunny’s apartment faded with the rest when I interviewed a blowsy landlady in Greenwich Village. She told me I could bring girls to the room, and the idea filled me with dismay — why should I want to bring girls to my room? — I had a girl. I wandered through the town of 127th Street, resenting its vibrant life; or else I bought cheap theatre seats at Gray’s drugstore and tried to lose myself for a few hours in my old passion for Broadway. I was a failure -mediocre at advertising work and unable to get started as a writer. Hating the city, I got roaring, weeping drunk on my last penny and went home….

— My Lost City, F. Scott Fitzgerald

{Cities Series, No.2}

I Won’t Answer Unless You Kneel Down And Everything

emma&bear — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 07:43:53 +0000

You don’t mean that. You know we carry more luggage than the porters at King’s Cross.

{ 2011 Christmas Special – Downton Abbey, Series 2 }

Giving You My Days

emma&bear — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 14:40:26 +0000

The look on your face when you carried her.
Me…her…when you carried her away.
You used to look at me like that.
I’d forgotten how much you loved me.
I’d forgotten how much I loved being her.
Amy Pond in the TARDIS with Rory Williams.

If you love me, don’t let me in.
Open that door, I will, I’ll come in.
I will.
And I don’t want to die.
I won’t bow out bravely.
I’ll be kicking, screaming, fighting to the end.

Don’t let me in.
Tell Amy, your Amy, I’m giving her the days.
The days with you.
Days to come.
Days I can’t have.
Take them please.
I’m giving you my days.

{ “The Girl Who Waited” – Doctor Who, Series 6 }

New York City is popchip Heaven

emma&bear — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:41:42 +0000

It is where I want to be.

Plus, I think this Twitter exchange is darling. <3 @fuggirls!