And when I wake early I say to myself: Fight, fight. If I could catch the feeling, I would: the feeling of the singing of the real world; the sense that comes to me of being bound on a perpetual adventure — of being strangely free to do anything

  Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via pre-raphaelites)  
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830 Sign Spring/Summer 2013

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I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.


Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters

Submitted by: flitterling - Thanks :)

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I lost it at 0:21

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It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo…(x)

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I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her finger tips
It burned like fire
[I was] Burning desire

drthvader asked: star wars or harry potter

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Home | Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deep in love with you, and I never told you till just now!
Home, let me come home, home is wherever I’m with you
Our home, yes I’m home, home is when I’m alone with you


Roof Couches

Midtown, Manhattan

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