Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light
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Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light
Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)
New Life 2 by ~natasha-cinnamon
It was the immense, lovely, cloud-sashed Arctic sunset at mid-night, the icebergs as big as hills a mile off, with waters crashing slowly and ponderously upon them, the porpoises with their Mona Lisa smiles disporting and diving in formations, and bitter cold, and north pole grayness ahead. It was the fantastic North of men’s souls, the place of unbelievable desolation and final solitude, the place of Thor and the Ice Kings and monarchial coasts, the place of whales and polar birds, of craggy rocks washed by forlorn waters of thousands of miles from man, the last place.
The Town and The City by Jack Kerouac (part 3, chapter 10, page 304)
family in the garden, louis wain
His voice was deep and resonant and somehow brave, like the voice of oldtime American heroes and orators. Something earnest and strong and humanly hopeful I liked about him, while the other poets were either too dainty in their aestheticism, or too hysterically cynical to hope for anything, or too abstract and indoorsy, or too political, or too incomprehensible to understand.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Chestnut Colored Woodpecker
I am a patient boy I wait, I wait, I wait, I waaaiii. My time is like water down a drain Everybodeh movin! Everybodeh movin! Everybodeh movin movin movin moviiinnnn Please don’t leave me to remain
Throw down, son!
but there’s a continental trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening you can have my seat, i’m sticking round here for a while get me a room at the squire, the filling station’s hirin and i can eat here every night, what the hell do i got to lose? got a crazy sensation, go or stay, now i gotta choose and i’ll accept your invitation to the blues
Truth Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Mankind, 1896 by Jean-Léon Gérôme
You rarely see a “wend" without a “way." You can wend your way through a crowd or down a hill, but no one wends to bed or to school. However, there was a time when English speakers would wend to all kinds of places. “Wend" was just another word for “go" in Old English. The past tense of “wend" was “went" and the past tense of “go" was “gaed." People used both until the 15th century, when “go" became the preferred verb, except in the past tense where “went" hung on, leaving us with an outrageously irregular verb.
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Alice in Wonderland (1966) by Jonathan Miller.
This beautiful gifset completes my existence, thank you! This will always be my favourite Alice and my favourite film.
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