To Beatrice— // Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

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To Beatrice— // Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning
Tell me, Atlas. What is heavier: The world or its people’s hearts?
Darshana S, Atlas still stands but does anyone else? (via echymosis)
look at me look at me look at me look at me look at me look at me look at me because i exist i exist i exist i exist i exist i exist i exi
Flatsound
She once told me that as a child, she would lock herself in her closet after she fought with her mother. She’d grab an old fur coat and scream, muffling the noises in the clothes. She made sure to have her mental breakdowns in private. Even in her madness, there’s still a level of control.
tarot is a very personal thing, and as such, the art on each deck reflected the woman who owned it. maura’s was all dark lines and simple colors, at once perfunctory and childlike. calla’s was lush and oversaturated, the cards overflowing with detail. every card in orla’s deck featured a couple kissing or making love, whether or not the card’s meaning was about kissing or making love. gwenllian had fashioned her own by scratching dark, frantic symbols on a deck of ordinary playing cards. jimi stuck by the sacred cats and holy women deck that she’d found in a thrift store in 1992.
The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater
Blue’s arm was linked around the back of Noah, and her fingers grabbed Adam’s T-shirt so that they were one creature, a drunken six-legged animal.
From Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery (1908).
Period drama meme:·[2/4] couples → Anne and Gilbert
“I don’t want sunbursts or marble halls. I just want ·y o u ”
Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: to think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
awesome passage from Harry Potter you probably didn’t pay enough attention to (via harrypotterconfessions)
#whimsical wednesday!!!
The Beggar Maid - A Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
“This manuscript, selected poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson, The May Queen, The sea fairies,The beggar maid, Hero to Leander, and Dora was designed, written out, and illuminated by Alberto Sangorski for Messrs. R. Rivière & Son bookbinders & booksellers to H.M. King George V. London. This manuscript will not be duplicated. This manuscript was executed by me [signed] Alberto Sangorski London A.D. 1912.”– P. [63] “The miniature illustrating the poem of The beggar maid was taken from the painting done by Sir Edward Burne-Jones in the Tate Gallery London.
Courtesy of Rare Book Collection, Detroit Public Library
I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margin fades For ever and ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe were life…
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “Ulysses” (via didoofcarthage)
‘Maud.’ Painting by William Henry Margetson ( 1860 -1940).
Illustration taken from ‘A Day with the Poet Tennyson.’ Published 1905 by Hodder and Stoughton.
Robarts - University of Toronto
https://archive.org/details/daywithpoettenny00tennuoft
in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed: “I am half sick of shadows,” said The Lady of Shalott.
Tennyson, excerpt of The Lady of Shallott (via medeae)