Terrariums

[veoterre]

[hellchilde]

i can’t wait for the third movie. rey will have mastered water and earth, and she’ll be looking for a fire teacher

kylo ren will show up with a new haircut like, “Hey, Kylo here.”

[surfacage]

[trainerdelaney]

@mssassafras0

[veoterre]

this is a ridiculous problem to be having but the library changed around my favorite place to sit. 

[musicgivesasoultotheuniverse]

[manueluv]

[parhelics]

#Pacific Rim#Are you building robots#what are all of those books#YOU HAVE SWORDS#WHY ARE YOU SO INTERESTING (via screechthemighty)

[itscolossal]

Watch: Book Conservationist Nobuo Okano Repairs Tattered Books to Make Them Look Brand New [VIDEO]

[benwarheit]

Things I like about this decal on a restaurant window: -the insane orange waiter -that he’s carrying his plates in the air like a strongman -the couple looks like this isn’t the first time he’s done this, but it’s easier to just let it happen at this point. -the sign says PASTA as if he’s screaming it like a frankenstein -but he’s holding a plate of an entire chicken and a plate of wine glasses -there’s three wine glasses -one’s for him.

[veoterre]

nothing more frustrating than renewing immigration documents. god damn. 

[cmstella]

[veoterre]

really feeling being on a megabus again, cruisin away from montreal and 17th century poetry into the great indeterminate summer. 

[veoterre]

Why do people write in library books in pen??

[veoterre]

I love this rendition.

[veoterre]

[veoterre]

The rain, I said, is kind to come

And speak to me in my new home.

I would I were alive again

To kiss the fingers of the rain,

To drink into my eyes the shine

Of every slanting silver line

To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze

From drenched and dripping apple trees.

[magictransistor]

The Empyrean (Highest Heaven) The Divine Comedy; Gustave Doré.

[veoterre]

The Effectual Marriage                    or The Insipid Narrative                    of Gina and Miovanni

The door was an absurd thing Yet it was passable They quotidienly passed through it It was this shape

Gina and Miovanni            who they were God knows They knew      it was important to them This being of who they were They were themselves Corporeally      transcendentally         consecutively conjunctively      and they were quite     complete

In the evening they looked out of their two windows Miovanni out of his library window Gina from the kitchen window From among his pots and pans Where he so kindly kept her Where she so wisely busied herself Pots and Pans        she cooked in them All sorts of sialagogues Some say         that happy women are immaterial

So here we might dispense with her Gina being a female But she was more than that Being an incipience         a correlative an instigation of the reaction of man From the palpable to the transcendent Mollescent irritant of his fantasy Gina had her use        Being useful contentedly conscious She flowered in Empyrean From which no well-mated woman ever returns

Sundays       a warm light in the parlor From the gritty road         on the white wall anybody could see it Shimmered a composite effigy Madonna       crinolined       a man hidden beneath her hoop Ho for the blue and red of her The silent eyelids of her The shiny smile of her

Ding dong       said the bell Miovanni         Gina called Would it be fitting for you to tell the time for supper Pooh         said Miovanni I am Outside time and space

Patience said Gina     is an attribute And she learned      at any hour to offer The dish        appropriately delectable

What had Miovanni made of his ego In his library What had Gina wondered     among the pots and pans One never asked the other So they     the wise ones     eat their suppers in peace

Of what their peace consisted We cannot say Only that he was magnificently man She insignificantly a woman who understood Understanding     what is that To each   his entity     to others their idiosyncrasies     to the free expansion to the annexed      their liberty To man his work To woman his love Succulent meals    and an occasional caress                So be it                                 -  It so seldom is

While Miovanni thought alone in the dark Gina supposed that peeping       she might see A round light      shining      where his mind was She never opened the door Fearing that this might blind her Or even That she should see Nothing at all So while he thought She hung out of the window Watching for falling stars And when a star fell She wished that still Miovanni would love her to-morrow And as Miovanni Never gave any heed to the matter He did

Gina was a woman Who wanted everything To be everything in woman Everything everyway at once Diurnally variegate Miovanni always knew her She was Gina Gina who lent monogamy With her fluctuant aspirations A changeant consistency Unexpected intangibilities Miovanni remained Monumentally the same The same Miovanni If he had become anything else Gina's world would have been at an end Gina with no axis to revolve on Must have dwindled to a full stop

In the mornings she dropped Cool crystals Through devotional fingers Saccharine        for his cup And marketed With a Basket Trimmed with a red flannel flower When she was lazy She wrote a poem on the milk bill The first strophe        Good morning The second          Good night Something not too difficult to Learn by heart

The scrubbed smell of the white-wood table Greasy cleanliness        of the chopper board The coloured vegetables Intuited quality of flour Crickly sparks of straw-fanned charcoal Ranged themselves among her audacious happinesses Pet simplicities of her Universe Where circles were only round                                   Having no vices.

      (This narrative halted when I learned that the house which inspired it was the home of a mad woman.

                                           -- Forte dei Marmi)

[lecterings]

lotr meme: 2/3 races  - Ents