She went off for long rides by herself, and spun more and more fantastic daydreams; her longing for love had become an obsession. Two whole years would have to be made away with somehow before she would come out in the world, but oh the days went dragging by. Linda would flop about in the drawing-room, playing (or beginning and then not finishing) endless games of patience, sometimes by herself, sometimes with Jassy, whom she had infected with her own restlessness. ‘What’s the time, darling?’ ‘Guess.’ ‘A quarter to six?’ ‘Better than that.’ ‘Six!’ ‘Not quite so good.’ ‘Five to?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘If this comes out I shall marry the man I love. If this comes out I shall marry at eighteen.’ If this comes out – shuffle – if this comes out – deal. A queen at the bottom of the pack, it can’t come out,…
Audrey Hepburn screen test for Roman Holiday, 1952
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn’t ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.
If you r e a l l y want something, you don’t stop for anyone or anything until you get it.
the hour (season 1, episode 3)
See you soon, Hogwarts!
Well, after I’ve been to university, I’m going to be French, and I’m going to Paris, and I’m going to smoke and listen to Jacques Brel, and I won’t speak, ever. C’est plus chic comme ça.
Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.