Don't Pay Attention To Me

being able to play songs in your head is cool and all but not really if you can't control what and when it plays so this is a visualization of me trying to concentrate while angel of music plays in my head

“McElroy was last seen standing on the Boat Deck near the gymnasium, along with Assistant Purser Barker and the ship's two doctors, O'Loughlin and Simpson, joking around. None of the men survived.” [x]

Rebageling again because... what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness.  When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce.  The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poem’s fame.  The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.

It really is something, to watch your nation's govornment slowly collapse. Not like being in a car crash (which I have been) or watching some slow trainwreck. It's...surreal. Something between fever dream and nightmare and hallucination, but it's real and we're living it.

She's also publicly stated that she believes that anyone who reads her books or watches her shows and films does so because they explicitly agree with her political views.