Still not over Ianto's death, but noticeably less suicidal
Some things that are helping me cope with the pain:
1. I joined twitter to follow Misha Collins. I kind of want to lick his mind. Look at this shit:
He actually posted this for his fans. He KNOWS people are going to be manipping the shit out of this while fapping, seriously I've already seen like three assmilk pics using this, and he ACTIVELY ENCOURAGES IT. He's either psycho or the coolest guy ever. Also his weird world domination thing where he calls upon his "minions" to claim pieces of the globe with homemade flags in his name. And then people actually do it. I want to marry him. Good thing I'm already a member of mishaland . It's a comm full of people who founded an imaginary country that allows polygamy so they can all marry Misha. They're a bunch of fucking nutjobs. but rather loveable.
2. Vienna Teng. I think she's brilliant. I found her music through this angst-ridden Janto death-vid:
The vid is nothing special but I think this song kind of fits their relationship perfectly.
You know I forgive
I've seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And you know I forgive
You've seen how I live
I've got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve
Strange how we know each other...
IT'S LIKE SHE WROTE IT FOR THEM.
Anyway. I downloaded two of her albums and have been listening to them obsessively for the past week. It's just the right combination of emo and uplifting.
3. A. E. Housman.
He was a flaming Victorian British poet, author of A Shropshire Lad. I spent an entire morning reading his poetry and crying like a baby. It's not that it's particularly good, just that it's homoerotic and angst-ridden, and therefore reminded me of Ianto.
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted, stiff and dry; 'Good-bye,' said you, `forget me.' 'I will, no fear', said I. If here, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word. He was in love with his best friend for his entire life, but his best friend was totally not interested and ended up moving to America to get away from him because he couldn't handle it. The fact that Housman slept with his younger brother while they were all living in the same house might have had something to do with it.
1. I joined twitter to follow Misha Collins. I kind of want to lick his mind. Look at this shit:
He actually posted this for his fans. He KNOWS people are going to be manipping the shit out of this while fapping, seriously I've already seen like three assmilk pics using this, and he ACTIVELY ENCOURAGES IT. He's either psycho or the coolest guy ever. Also his weird world domination thing where he calls upon his "minions" to claim pieces of the globe with homemade flags in his name. And then people actually do it. I want to marry him. Good thing I'm already a member of mishaland . It's a comm full of people who founded an imaginary country that allows polygamy so they can all marry Misha. They're a bunch of fucking nutjobs. but rather loveable.
2. Vienna Teng. I think she's brilliant. I found her music through this angst-ridden Janto death-vid:
Click to viewThe vid is nothing special but I think this song kind of fits their relationship perfectly.
You know I forgive
I've seen how you live
Like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
You pick up the pieces
And the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
And you know I forgive
You've seen how I live
I've got darkness and fears to appease
My voices and analogies
Ambitions like ribbons
Worn bright on my sleeve
Strange how we know each other...
IT'S LIKE SHE WROTE IT FOR THEM.
Anyway. I downloaded two of her albums and have been listening to them obsessively for the past week. It's just the right combination of emo and uplifting.
3. A. E. Housman.
He was a flaming Victorian British poet, author of A Shropshire Lad. I spent an entire morning reading his poetry and crying like a baby. It's not that it's particularly good, just that it's homoerotic and angst-ridden, and therefore reminded me of Ianto.
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted, stiff and dry; 'Good-bye,' said you, `forget me.' 'I will, no fear', said I. If here, where clover whitens The dead man's knoll, you pass, And no tall flower to meet you Starts in the trefoiled grass, Halt by the headstone naming The heart no longer stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word. He was in love with his best friend for his entire life, but his best friend was totally not interested and ended up moving to America to get away from him because he couldn't handle it. The fact that Housman slept with his younger brother while they were all living in the same house might have had something to do with it.