Whimsically Wired

Hi there, I'm Maddy (Madeleine for those who can pronounce it) I'm 18 and live in Australia, Welcome to my scrapbook.

[dame-de-pique]

Daffodils (paysage anglais), vers 1910

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life (via mercurieux)

[bookmania]

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via bookmania)

[wasbella102]

[bookmania]

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

Walt Whitman (via bookmania)

[english-idylls]

From The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens.

[generally]

you know sometimes it shocks me too but google really is free and it’s right there in your hands

[the-vaudevillain-deactivated202]

I love that this post is both a really wide-eyed appreciation for the amazing time we live in and a really sarcastic passive-aggressive way to tell people to just fucking google shit

This post feels like my heart

[luciacostamagna1]

[bodleianlibs]

Oxford’s dreaming spires are at their dreamiest in the rain.

[kreativly]

[growing-orbits-blog]

The beauty of the world… has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

Virginia Woolf, from ‘The Selected Works of Virginia Woolf’ (via aegeane)

[magic-spelldust]

Piotr Szewczyk - Castle in Beech forest

[lsleofskye]

Afternoon Sun Highlights - Lofoten

[quotemadness]

It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.

Morrissey (via quotemadness)

[thepunkprophet]

“My idols are dead and my enemies are in power” should be the slogan of 2016

[randaness]

this is the cliffhanger ending of the second movie, in the third installment the new heroes rise and kick ass

[thepunkprophet]

2017: Return of the Jedi

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

I know. I remember what he wants. To lie on his back in the heather and look at the stars a whole autumn night and listen to the sea without having to say a word.

Tove Jansson, Fair Play  (via mercurieux)

[invisiblestories]

The heart of another is a dark forest.

Ivan Turgenev, The Duellist  (via down-the-rabbith0le)