(I’m totally making a list, like Lydia. Lists are my favorite anyway.)
Elizabeth, but you can call me Betsie. It’s my secret internet code name which is drifting into my normal life, for which I am enormously pleased.
Books, books, books.
Period dramas.
Forget about order, from here on.
Doctor Who.
Sherlock.
Benedict Cumberbatch.
(Christopher Eccleston is my favorite Doctor, but I don’t think he has the best episodes.)
Jane Austen.
Bicycles.
Picnics, I hear, are something that people associate with me. I do associate with people.
Charles Dickens.
Hats.
Fashion, especially from, say, 1930 to 1950.
It’s hard to come up with an all inclusive list about yourself on the spot.
Myers Briggs. The real kind, not the internet kind. I’m ISFJ.
Megan Whalen Turner’s books.
Mary Roberts Rinehart.
The color yellow.
Words.
I’m a visual person. Learner, dreamer. They’re connected.
I love telling people my dreams. Beware.
Innocence Mission. (That’s where I got my name from. Their music is the best poetry I’ve ever read.)
I write poems. I’m always hungry for an audience and ashamed of that.
I don’t know what kind of music I like by genre. I can just tell you when I’m listening to it. I like lots of lots of things. I feel like I don’t listen to music, but I do. Just not anyone anyone has ever heard of, and not because they’re too cool to be heard of.
I listen to music obsessively. Single songs over and over and over and over. I like them better that way.
I love Jesus. I don’t even know how to say it. I do. But it’s even more, He loves me, and I want to want Him because of that. And because of how GLORIOUS God is. I love the Bible. I love finding lovely, yummy parts and sharing them with people on the internet. I want everyone to be reading the Bible. It’s a passion my darling mentor Shari (though she’s always surprised when we call her a mentor) has rubbed off on me with force and love. And memorizing! Memorizing big, big chunks. As in, whole books. I’m not one of those super memorizers. It takes time. But it’s exceedingly worth it.
Hot air balloons.
Trains.
Balloons of any kind, actually.
Being still.
I accidentally wrote three novels and one and a half volumes of poems. I don’t want to be a writer.
I want to be a homemaker. That’s my ambition.
BABIES. I adore babies. I have ever since I was one. That’s not why I loved them, though.
Jane Eyre is one of the best books ever.
Let’s get all nitty-gritty and detailed about Jane Austen. Because I know you have read this entire post and really want to know who my favorite characters are. Persuasion is my favorite book and Anne Eliot is my favorite character, because I empathize with her the most. Parts of it felt like she was sharing my brain. But not quite that creepily. I think Mr. Knightley is the best hero, but personally, I want to marry Mr. Darcy. (Not Colin Firth, not Matthew MacFadyen, not whoever else you’re thinking of. The one that Jane Austen wrote about.) And I know I want to, but I don’t really understand why all the other girls love him. Seriously, Jane Austen’s other men are much better and more suitable and more understanding. I love the Penguin Classic hardcover copies that surprised me in the mail. I can’t pick a favorite. My favorite movies are P&P 05, Emma 09, both Persuasions, both S&Ss to a lesser degree, Northanger Abbey. Once I tried to pick least favorites, but then I reread them and they are right up there with my favorites. (I don’t like Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy at all.)
Now you are all determined to hate me forever and wouldn’t read anymore anyway, so I’ll stop.
I can’t help but tell the truth.
But there’s more.
I love tea. But not as much as I wish I did. Which means I love it very much, but I don’t make it a habit to drink it very much.
G.K. Chesterton is the most brilliant man who ever lived.
I’m ready at any moment to watch any movie with Jimmy Stewart or Cary Grant.
I just want to keep house.
I love Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
(I’m a pretend INFP.)
My alternate names are Moriarty, for my sassy gif-ing skills (the real reason I joined tumblr), and Betsie Pie Baker, because of my recent Pushing Daisies induced infatuation with making pies.
