anna. catholic. i fancy many things, such as semicolons, knitting, eddie redmayne's freckles, tea, and basil. (i really fancy basil.) I want to be bernard black when i grow up, mainly because i would like to verbalise the phrase 'don't you dare use the word party as a verb in this shop' as often as I can in civilised conversation. or any kind of conversation, really. i overuse parentheses and am plotting a scheme to become a pirate at the olympics (it's going to happen).
sometimes i think i'm funny (often untrue). i have a ukulele called hamlet. take from that what you will. pippin is beautiful, life is short, and i have plans to eat all your bees.



Apr 15    + 3

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda (Translation by W. S. Merwin)

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Apr 15    + 18

Doctor Who underrated moments
↳ “-Why do I have to save you?  
    -Because I know you’ll never give up”

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Apr 15    + 8947

Filed as: ugh  

roaring twenties fashion [2/2]

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Apr 15    + 2645


My standards for boys:

  • tall
  • dark hair
  • stubble
  • cute smile
  • love horseback riding
  • unusually long life span
  • speak elvish
  • secretly be the heir to the throne of Gondor
  • Aragorn
  • be Aragorn

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Apr 14    + 42485

when the main form of communication within a friendship group is moans, groans and unearthly noises you know it’s a pretty dang great friendship group

Apr 13



Kissing in the Rain (Episode 4)

So basically I Tim-Burton’ed Edgar and Annabel. Painted on old book pages. And hey, that lineart could be used as a coloring page. (I really REALLY wanted to use Poe’s work as the canvas, but I couldn’t bring myself to rip up another book.) Considering I’ve come down with the VIRAL PLAGUE, I think this turned out okay. :)

shut up katie this is INCREDIBLE!!!!

Apr 13    + 220

Apr 12    + 29525


 Howl! Calcifer! It’s me, Sophie! I know how to help you now! Find me in the future!
here you are. Sorry i’m late. I was looking everywhere for you!

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Apr 12    + 8746

Epigraphs from Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events as tweets

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Apr 11    + 14305