@thevitalspark01 https://t.co/R3mO1r23Ro
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2016
things are remembered differently
@thevitalspark01 https://t.co/R3mO1r23Ro
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2016
@thevitalspark01 I’ve sent you a page from what the cookbook would be like.
I've sent you a page from what the cookbook would be like.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2016
There’s blood in mud of old fields that can never be washed away. There’s dark in St George’s cave even on the brightest day Hookland saying
There's blood in mud of old fields that can never be washed away.
There's dark in St George's cave even on the brightest day
Hookland saying— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2016
We are complicit in our hauntings. Holding so fierce to grief, to fear, that we become moth flame to the lonely spirits of place. – #CLNolan
We are complicit in our hauntings. Holding so fierce to grief, to fear, that we become moth flame to the lonely spirits of place. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2016
@2376273 @lindsayfondo In my defence, I only wrote a few entries as Mr. Fido was in the Carribean.
In my defence, I only wrote a few entries as Mr. Fido was in the Carribean.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 5, 2016
I woke knowing I had voyaged upon a ghost ship during that stretched dreamtime of the night. – #CLNolan https://t.co/qvQ1DDVNOb
I woke knowing I had voyaged upon a ghost ship during that stretched dreamtime of the night. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/qvQ1DDVNOb
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 5, 2016
Hookland is mainly politics free, but it’s now closed for the rest of the day for the #5thNovDemo. Without libraries, they’d be no Hookland. https://t.co/utnGuw03PG
Hookland is mainly politics free, but it's now closed for the rest of the day for the #5thNovDemo. Without libraries, they'd be no Hookland. https://t.co/utnGuw03PG
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 5, 2016
All those bucolic countryside etchings fix unreal memory, but never do it justice. They empty its spirit. – #CLNolan https://t.co/J5LynONYuC
All those bucolic countryside etchings fix unreal memory, but never do it justice. They empty its spirit. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/J5LynONYuC
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 4, 2016
I’m old. I’ve experienced many forms of magic. To hear hiss of needle on groove resolve into a bliss of trumpets is a pure magic. – #CLNolan
I'm old. I've experienced many forms of magic. To hear hiss of needle on groove resolve into a bliss of trumpets is a pure magic. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 4, 2016
#Horror lives in the moment you shut your eyes against the dark in the knowledge that you are not the only thing dwelling in it. – #CLNolan
#Horror lives in the moment you shut your eyes against the dark in the knowledge that you are not the only thing dwelling in it. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) October 4, 2016