#12th march

[hawaiiparty2]

today is my birthday so i made a drawing of a hpii themed cake in paint (the palmtrees are the candles)

[strawberryjayne]

The Brook

I come  from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally,

And sparkle out among the fern,

To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,

Or slip between the ridges,

By twenty thorps, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,

In little sharps and trebles,

I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret

by many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set

With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,

with here a blossom sailing,

And here and there a lusty trout,

And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake

Upon me, as I travel

With many a silver water-break

Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,

I slide by hazel covers;

I move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,

Among my skimming swallows;

I make the netted sunbeam dance

Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses;

I linger by my shingly bars;

I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

[manchestergalore]

Cross Street, view from Moult Street, Manchester

12th March 1912

[meemeee13]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL MY PISCES BORN TODAY FROM A FELLOW BIRTHDAY TWIN💛💛

[theshepherdscrown]

It’s been three years. A lot of changes have happened in the last three years for me. I started this blog. I finished school and started university. I stopped posting on here, it was not a conscious decision, I just had too much going on. I haven’t stopped reading his books. My term finished a couple of days ago but I’m still up at uni so I drove to Uffington and walked up to the white horse. I love Oxford but it does not have the quiet I needed today. I barely saw anyone on the walk. Someone had left tulips at the trig point and white roses at the horse. I would like to think they were for him. I read some of the book I was given at his memorial and I cried a bit. Then the fog came in and I was surround by the white of the sky and the chalk below.

It’s been three years. It was a Thursday. I was walking home from school when I found out, my sister texted me to see if I was ok. I was confused and asked why I wouldn’t be OK and she just sent me to a BBC news link announcing his death. I cried and walked home. It was a Thursday, I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

I will always miss him and I regret that I never got to meet him. It feels strange mourning the death of someone I never met. I will be posting some more stuff later but for now this is it.

Speak his name

GNU TERRY PRATCHETT

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