Saturday August 30, 2014 at 21:05

this made me laugh so much

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Reblogged from because you're an idiot..

Saturday August 30, 2014 at 21:05

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 21:03

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 21:03

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:36

London phone boxes are rarely this clean!

London phone boxes are rarely this clean!

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:35

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:23

Solving crimes in 21st century London.

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:20

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:20

thehamthatruns:

Mr Darcy’s House - Chatsworth.

thehamthatruns:

Mr Darcy’s House - Chatsworth.

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:09

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:08

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Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:08

A POEM THAT ELEANOR SENT AMORY SEVERAL YEARS LATER (Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise)
"Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water,Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light,Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter…Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night.Walking alone … was it splendor, or what, we were bound with,Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair?Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground withTapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air.
That was the day … and the night for another story,Pale as a dream and shadowed with pencilled treesGhosts of the stars came by who had sought for glory,Whispered to us of peace in the plaintive breeze,Whispered of old dead faiths that the day had shattered,Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon;That was the urge that we knew and the language that matteredThat was the debt that we paid to the usurer June.
Here, deepest of dreams, by the waters that bring notAnything back of the past that we need not know,What if the light is but sun and the little streams sing not,We are together, it seems … I have loved you so…What did the last night hold, with the summer over,Drawing us back to the home in the changing glade?What leered out of the dark in the ghostly clover?God!… till you stirred in your sleep … and were wild afraid…
Well … we have passed … we are chronicle now to the eerie.Curious metal from meteors that failed in the sky;Earth-born the tireless is stretched by the water, quite weary,Close to this un-understandable changeling that’s I…Fear is an echo we traced to Security’s daughter;Now we are faces and voices … and less, too soon,Whispering half-love over the lilt of the water…Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon.”

A POEM THAT ELEANOR SENT AMORY SEVERAL YEARS LATER (Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise)

"Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water,
Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light,
Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter…
Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night.
Walking alone … was it splendor, or what, we were bound with,
Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair?
Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with
Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air.

That was the day … and the night for another story,
Pale as a dream and shadowed with pencilled trees
Ghosts of the stars came by who had sought for glory,
Whispered to us of peace in the plaintive breeze,
Whispered of old dead faiths that the day had shattered,
Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon;
That was the urge that we knew and the language that mattered
That was the debt that we paid to the usurer June.

Here, deepest of dreams, by the waters that bring not
Anything back of the past that we need not know,
What if the light is but sun and the little streams sing not,
We are together, it seems … I have loved you so…
What did the last night hold, with the summer over,
Drawing us back to the home in the changing glade?
What leered out of the dark in the ghostly clover?
God!… till you stirred in your sleep … and were wild afraid…

Well … we have passed … we are chronicle now to the eerie.
Curious metal from meteors that failed in the sky;
Earth-born the tireless is stretched by the water, quite weary,
Close to this un-understandable changeling that’s I…
Fear is an echo we traced to Security’s daughter;
Now we are faces and voices … and less, too soon,
Whispering half-love over the lilt of the water…
Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon.”

Reblogged from Wanderlust.

Saturday August 30, 2014 at 20:07

Reblogged from That Girl.

Saturday August 30, 2014 at 19:57

A Place in Thy Memory Gerald Griffin (1803–40)  
 A PLACE in thy memory, Dearest!
Is all that I claim:
To pause and look back when thou hearest
 The sound of my name.
Another may woo thee, nearer;
Another may win and wear;
 care not though he be dearer,
 If I am remember’d there.

Remember me, not as a lover
 Whose hope was cross’d,
Whose bosom can never recover
The light it hath lost!
As the young bride remembers the mother
 She loves, though she never may see,
As a sister remembers a brother
O Dearest, remember me!

Could I be thy true lover, Dearest
  Couldst thou smile on me,
 would be the fondest and dearest
 That ever lov’d thee:
But a cloud on my pathway is glooming
 That never must burst upon thine;
And heaven, that made thee all blooming
  Ne’er made thee to wither on mine.

Remember me then! O remember
My calm light love,
Though bleak as the blasts of November
 My life may prove!
That life will, though lonely, be sweet
 If its brightest enjoyment should be
 A smile and kind word when we meet
 And a place in thy memory.

A Place in Thy Memory Gerald Griffin (1803–40)  

 A PLACE in thy memory, Dearest!

Is all that I claim:

To pause and look back when thou hearest

 The sound of my name.

Another may woo thee, nearer;

Another may win and wear;

 care not though he be dearer,

 If I am remember’d there.

Remember me, not as a lover

 Whose hope was cross’d,

Whose bosom can never recover

The light it hath lost!

As the young bride remembers the mother

 She loves, though she never may see,

As a sister remembers a brother

O Dearest, remember me!

Could I be thy true lover, Dearest

  Couldst thou smile on me,

 would be the fondest and dearest

 That ever lov’d thee:

But a cloud on my pathway is glooming

 That never must burst upon thine;

And heaven, that made thee all blooming

  Ne’er made thee to wither on mine.

Remember me then! O remember

My calm light love,

Though bleak as the blasts of November

 My life may prove!

That life will, though lonely, be sweet

 If its brightest enjoyment should be

 A smile and kind word when we meet

 And a place in thy memory.

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Reblogged from Flowers in my hair, demons in my head..

Saturday August 30, 2014 at 19:50

“All my ways she wove of light,
Wove them all alive,
Made them warm and beauty bright-
So the trembling, ambient air
Clothes the golden waters where
The pearl fishers dive.

When she wept and begged a kiss,
Very close I’d hold her,
And I know so well in this
Fine fierce joy of memory
She was very young like me
Though half an aeon older.

Once she kissed me very long,
Tiptoed out the door,
Left me, took her light along,
Faded as a music fades-
Then I saw the changing shades,
Color blind no more.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, First Love (via fitzgeraldquotes)

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