Thursday April 17, 2014 at 19:50

You go Jon Richardson

Reblogged from british television.

Thursday April 17, 2014 at 19:30

Ross Noble can be absolutely brilliant

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:45

Autumn Song

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? 
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Autumn Song

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:38

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; 
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink 
And rise and sink and rise and sink again; 
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, 
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; 
Yet many a man is making friends with death 
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. 
It well may be that in a difficult hour, 
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, 
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power, 
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, 
Or trade the memory of this night for food. 
It well may be. I do not think I would. 
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:38

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

Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:37

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:37

Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:36

lemieletlalune:

Pretty much sums up my life.

lemieletlalune:

Pretty much sums up my life.

Reblogged from read more.

Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:35

Reblogged from Tea, Coffee, and Books.

Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:35

I LOVE THIS

I LOVE THIS

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:33

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:33

Reblogged from Mostly Movies and Adventure.

Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:32

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:32

“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

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Thursday April 17, 2014 at 18:31

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