#pg349

[macklives]

look at him, taking care of the game he’s never going to play but has probably kept either way bc he promised rose he’d play it if she was in danger

[shelbys-commonplace]

The Immortality Ode

“Both of them speak of something that is gone:                                                         The Pansy at my feet                                                                                                    Doth the same tale repeat:                                                                                     Wither is fled the visionary gleam?”

This quote located on the first few pages of William Wordsworth’s The Immortality Ode stuck out to me because of the interjection it seems to be of the dreamlike presence of nature with this portion of the text. Wordsworth’s fantasized viewpoint up until this point is notable and these lines are his first thoughts that something must be missing. The sudden shift in emotion in these lines is what made this portion of The Immortality Ode stick out to myself. 

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

Dave: Clean up tha juice.

Yo ass clean (2+2+1+1+2 = 8) up tha juice wit tha towel n' hang tha damp beta envelopes on yo' line ta dry off.

> ==>

[avidredwaller]

~Badger Sword Song~

My blade like winter’s cold doth bite,

Come guide me, Badger Lord,

For truth and justice we must fight,

Wield me, your Battle Sword!

Defend the weak, protect the meek,

Take thy good comrades’ part,

My point like lightning, send to seek

The foebeast’s evil heart!

Eulalia loud like thunder cry,

Be thou mine eyes and brain,

We join in honour, thee and I,

To strike in war again!