THEME BY MARAUDERSMAPS
beyond the barricade
Meredith, 21. Nerd, aspiring writer, college student, and procrastinator extraordinaire.

We are like boats passing in the night - particularly you.

We are like boats passing in the night - particularly you.

a series of unfortunate events: landscapes+literature

Lemony Snicket was born before you were and is likely to die before you as well. He was born in a small town where the inhabitants were suspicious and prone to riot. He grew up near the sea and currently lives beneath it. Until recently, he was living somewhere else.

"It has always been my belief that people who spend too much time with my work end up as lost souls, drained of reason, who lead lives of raving emptiness and occasional lunatic violence. What a relief it is to see this documented."
Lemony Snicket’s response to Lauren Conrad destroying his books (via 667darkavenue)
"In the poem, six blind men encountered an elephant for the first time and were unable to agree on what the animal was like. The first man felt the tall, smooth side of the elephant, and concluded that the elephant was like a wall. The second man felt the tusk of the elephant, and decided that the elephant resembled a spear. The third man felt the trunk of the elephant, and the fourth felt one of the elephant’s legs, and so on and so on, with all of the blind men bickering over what an elephant is like. As with many children, Violet and Klaus had grown old enough to find their father’s whimsical moods a little embarrassing, so Sunny had become the primary audience for Mr. Baudelaire’s poetry recital, and remembered the poem best.
‘That poem could have been written about us,’ Violet said. ‘We’ve each observed one tiny part of the puzzle, but none of us has seen the entire thing.’"
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Penultimate Peril (Lemony Snicket)
"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."
Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room (via lavavolavka)

Lemony Snicket, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events, the purportedly true chronicles of the Baudelaire children, was reported today by anonymous and possibly unreliable sources. His age was given as “tall, with brown eyes.” He leaves no known survivors.

Born on a cattle farm rather than in a hospital, Snicket had a promising scholarly career, beginning with a job as a theatrical critic - in all sense of the word - for this very newspaper, followed by the publication of several promising anthropomorphic treatises, a word which here means “very long reports.” This period of professional contentment- and, allegedly, unrequited love - ended when news broke of his involvement with V.F.D. and the accompanying scandal was reported in these very pages.

Mr. Snicket became a fugitive from justice and was rarely seen in public, and then usually from the back. Several manhunts - and, due to a typographical error, womanhunts - proved fruitless. At last the Baudelaires’ story, and his, appears to be over.

As no one seems to know when, where, how, and why he died, there will be no funeral services. A burial may be scheduled later this year.

"How content that young woman looks, don’t you think? How content, and yet how flammable."
Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography
zombietina: “When we grab you by the anklesWhere our mark is to be madeyou’ll soon be doing noble workAlthough you won’t be paidWhen we drive away in secretYou’ll be a volunteerSo don’t scream where we take you;The world is quiet here.”

zombietina:

“When we grab you by the ankles
Where our mark is to be made
you’ll soon be doing noble work
Although you won’t be paid
When we drive away in secret
You’ll be a volunteer
So don’t scream where we take you;
The world is quiet here.”