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victor-abbas

‘Let me put my arms around your head,

Gee, it's hot, let's go to bed.

Don't forget to turn on the light,

Don't laugh babe, it'll be alright.

Pour me out another phone,

I'll ring and see if your friends are home,

Perhaps the strange ones in the dome

Can lend us a book we can read up alone,

And try to get it on like once before,

When people stared in Jagger’s eyes and scored,

Like the video films we saw.’

contac

daphnemoon

"All the lust coursing through the lodge tonight. All the hormones RICOCHETING off the walls, and NO ONE was chasing me?" :-| :-| :-| :-| :-| "See ya at breakfast."

morethanthatfic

Pictures from Michael’s camera in ep 2.10 “Christmas Party” [via]

contac

‘The truth is ugly, well, I feel ugly too.’

‘All you can take with you is that which you’ve given away.’

- It’s A Wonderful Life (film, 1946)

victor-abbas

Forthy ensample taketh of this man, Ye wise, proude, and worthi folkes alle, To scornen Love, which that so soone kan The fredom of youre hertes to hym thralle; For evere it was, and evere it shal byfalle, That Love is he that alle thing may bynde, For may no man fordon the lawe of kynde. That this be soth, hath preved, and doth yit. For this trowe I ye knowen alle or some, Men reden nat that folk han gretter wit Than they that han be most with love ynome; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome, The worthiest and grettest of degree: This was, and is, and yet men shall it see. And trewelich it sit wel to be so, For alderwisest han therwith ben plesed; And they that han ben aldermost in wo, With love han ben comforted moost and esed; And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, And worthi folk maad worthier of name, And causeth moost to dreden vice and shame. Now sith it may nat goodly ben withstonde, And is a thing so vertuous in kynde, Refuseth nat to Love for to ben bonde, Syn, as hymselven liste, he may yow bynde; The yerde is bet that bowen wole and wynde Than that that brest, and therfore I yow rede To folowen hym that so wel kan yow lede.

Chaucer, Troilus and Criseyde, I. 232 - 259 (via victor-abbas)

fashionsfromhistory

Dress

c.1864

State Hermitage Museum

victor-abbas

‘We will not be like misers, to hoard up our riches, But we’ll spend them on shore with our sweethearts and wives.’

qinaliel

This is my cat, Ziggy, she loves her window seat:

She enjoys sitting there all day and watching the goings-on, in this manner she’s like a spy/nosy gossiper. She chirps away at lizards and birds even when they can’t hear her. She has a hard opinion on our neighbor’s dog, swishing her tail in an irate manner every time they walk past her window.

Now that it’s Halloween, the neighborhood is decorated and I figured our house should join the festivities. I have a feeling, however, this particular pumpkin needs to be moved: