Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson; Break, Break, Break
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Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson; Break, Break, Break
“And thus came the first little bird. It was dark blue with gold markings on its wing and tail feathers, and its beak was black. It was perhaps two inches long from beak to tail and less than an inch wide. Its legs were folded against its body (tiny, thin legs), its gaze was wide, and it was warm and damp, and made barely audible sounds. The terror I had felt vanish without my noticing.” ~ Adda Djørup, Birds {translated from Danish by Martin Aitken}
There are ghosts up there—the ghosts of Heaven—and they are calling to him, urging him to come and understand, and be damned.
Marcus Sedgwick, The Ghosts of Heaven
Duty, honor, country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be.
General Douglas MacArthur; Duty, Honor, Country
He amado hasta llegar a la locura, y eso que llaman locura,. para mí, es la única forma sensata de amar
Francoise Sagan
We're all damage, somehow.
Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty
Everything's profound when there's guns and zombies.
Richard Kadrey, Sandman Slim
Maybe... A MURDER
Maybe it was the timeless words in which she found her rescue. Maybe it was the countless sleepless nights full of the words of another and every wanton thought of how those fit together. Maybe it was the words she could over hear between lovers, simple, frightfully so, but at the same time holding more love and weight than she had ever felt. Maybe it was that she knew that life in itself was a book filled with words carefully chosen by the author to make it seem that maybe, if these words spoke loudly enough, the author, with his own book of life, wouldn’t feel as alone. Or maybe it was that she knew that the words wouldn’t lie to her, wouldn’t betray her, and they brought a stillness to her heart, the kind you get from security. It took so long to realize that these words were not her own and that they were slowly killing her, slowly taking away her ability to form her own words. By the time she did discover the wretched truth of her would-be savior—if not for the heartbreaking truth—it was too late. She was too far gone. Too dead. Maybe, it was the words…
I need to follow some new blogs!
Hey guys dash is dead so like/reblog and I’ll follow your blog if you post:
Green Day
State Champs
Blink 182
Bring Me The Horizon
Paramore
Twenty One Pilots
Panic! At The Disco
All American Rejects
5 Seconds Of Summer
Arctic Monkeys
Nirvanna
The 1975
Marianas Trench
All Time Low
The Wonder Years
Fall Out Boy
Sleeping With Sirens
Boys Like Girls
30 Seconds To Mars
New Found Glory
You Me At Six
Man Overboard
Yellowcard
Tonight Alive
The Story So Far
Mayday Parade
Real Friends
Counterparts
The Ammity Affliction
The Killers
Brand New
Sum 41
Neck Deep
Pierce The Veil
My Chemical Romance
Muse
The Maine
Lorde
Linkin Park
Jimmy Eat World
A Day To Remember
Basement
La Dispute
Of Mice And Men
Citizen
Youth
Good Charlotte
À lesson in Swedish. lol.
This is actually spot on. It’s embarrassing how I always exclaim “Oj!” when I bump into someone because it basically means “whoops”. I’m really trying to stop doing that and start saying sorry instead…
Also, tagging invironment!
Still more versatile than Finnish
Never thought stereotypes could be spot on... Then again, I shouldn’t be talking. Currently surrounded by the embodiment of the American stereotype...
Here a map that shows that Switzerland is not Sweden
THANK YOU!
Greatly needed….especially in my high school >-
It is such a secret place, the land of tears
Antoine de Saint Exupery, The Little Prince
Elle disait d'ailleurs de cette region que la carpe s'y taisait en cinq langues
Rose Ausländer
“You’re a bitch...just kidding!”
As if “just kidding” can repair the person you just destroyed.
Je suis Paris Prayers for all those involved in the Paris attacks and terror attacks around the world