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Mon, 3rd of March

chazkeats:

I Was an Eagle, Laura Marling.

Tue, 25th of February

Notting Hill, London

Fri, 22nd of November

Vincent van GoghStarry Night over the Rhone (1888)

Wed, 23rd of October

Glory and Gore - Lorde

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LORDE | Glory and Gore

"Secretly you love this do you even wanna go free?"
Let me in the ring, I’ll show you what that big word means

music   lorde   glory and gore   favourite   with 1,081 notes
Tue, 22nd of October

steelromanticism:

Witches Going to Their Sabbath (1878), by Luis Ricardo Falero.  

yesss   favourite   q'd   witches   lovelovelove   with 6,814 notes
Thu, 17th of October
amelie   favourite   forever and ever amen   film   lovelovelove   with 21,361 notes
Wed, 16th of October

englishsnow:

by ɐlice

roses   favourite   lovelovelove   with 2,544 notes
Mon, 14th of October
❝ Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. ❞
—   T. S. Eliot, from “East Coker” in The Four Quartets (via proustitute)   —
oh oh oh oh   goddd   my heart   ts eliot   east coker   the four quartets   poetry   favourite   lovelovelove   with 476 notes
Sat, 12th of October

theowldepot:

gueneverev:

Galliano’s salute to René Gruau, made for Dior

2011, Paris

favourite   fashion   dresses   with 53,457 notes
Fri, 27th of September

carryonsunshine:

so if you haven’t sat down in a while and watched a little mix video or if youve never seen one before or even if you just stopped watching one just stop what ur doin and watch this because!!!! i just got the breath knocked out of me with how much i love them??? this has an acoustic of how ya doin, an acapella of dna, and an acoustic wings and theyre all just!! amazing. they so clearly LOVE what theyre doing, they love learning new arrangements, you can tell by the way they sing. you can hear every single individual pieces of the harmonies (pay attention to leigh-anne at the HYD breakdown, she does all of these little breathy things and you can hardly notice but they add so much to it fuck), and LOOK AT THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER WHILE THEYRE SINGING they love each other so muCH and theyre so proud of each other and!!!!! i am a mess i need a cuddle and for little mix to take over the world, not necessarily in that order okay bye

Fri, 27th of September
❝ That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. ❞
—   Ray BradburyThe October Country (via bookmania)   —
Wed, 25th of September
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

- sylvia plath, lady lazarus.

yesss   favourite   always and forever   sylvia plath   lady lazarus   poetry   lovelovelove   my heart   about me   with 769 notes
Mon, 23rd of September

monsieurfishie:

"She wants to be flowers," said Huw, “but you make her owls. Why do we destroy ourselves?"

the owl service   alan garner   favourite   formative   books   my heart   lovelovelove   with 64 notes
Sun, 22nd of September

Jesus, more hobbledehoys!

You can’t leave me alone with them, they’re all over the place like a nest of pigs!
Why can’t they all just go away?!

Fri, 13th of September

The Maenads | Ursula K. Le Guin

whiskeybot:

Somewhere I read
that when they finally staggered off the mountain
into some strange town, past drunk,
hoarse, half naked, blear-eyed,
blood dried under broken nails
and across young thighs,
but still jeering and joking, still trying
to dance, lurching and yelling, but falling
dead asleep by the market stalls,
sprawled helpless, flat out, then
middle-aged women,
respectable houswives,
would come and stand nightlong in the agora
silent
together
as ewes and cows in the night fields,
guarding, watching them
as their mothers
watched over them.
And no man
dared
that fierce decorum.