It’s your father, miss. He took ill on the road. He’s passed on, miss. He’s gone.
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It’s your father, miss. He took ill on the road. He’s passed on, miss. He’s gone.
“Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things.”
- A Short Rest, The Hobbit
Rolling Stones | Dead Flowers
I’m afraid I have some bad news, Sara. Your father...your father…it’s been discovered that your father has died.
When she came into Miss Minchin’s sitting-room in answer to her summons, her face was white and her eyes had dark rings around them. Her mouth was set as if she did not wish it to reveal what she had suffered and was suffering.
anne of green gables: from book to screen
Boris Pasternak, from a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva featured in Letters, Summer 1926
Lord Huron Moodboards // Looking Back
Something tells me you and I will never meet again.
Johnny Cash - For The Good Times
“I want to be quite silent and quiet and try to realize it. I can’t realize it. Half the time it seems to me that Matthew can’t be dead; and the other half it seems as if he must have been dead for a long time and I’ve had this horrible dull ache ever since.” Anne hoped that tears would come in solitude. It seemed to her a terrible thing that she could not shed a tear for Matthew, whom she had loved so much and who had been so kind to her… But no tears came at first, even when she knelt by her window in the darkness and prayed, looking up to the stars beyond the hills—no tears, only the same dull horrible ache of misery that kept on aching until she fell asleep, worn out with the day’s pain and excitement.
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Ella, my darling. I want to tell you a secret. A great secret that will see you through all the trials that life can offer. You must always remember this. Have courage and be kind. You have more kindness in your little finger than most people possess in their whole body.
Miguel Hernández, from The Selected Poems of Miguel Hernandez "Elegy for Ramón Sijé,"
Matthew, don’t.
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I love it when one of the historical figures I have studied in detail comes up in casual conversation and I have to stand there like oh yes I know a normal amount about this person
Good ol’ Abe
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