posted : Monday, June 21st, 2010

reblogged from : NON INFORMATION REGURGITATION STATION

I only saw my young love,Like flowers in the sun —Her hands like waxen petals,Where yawning poppies run.-- Stephen Vicent Benet
I only saw my young love,
Like flowers in the sun —
Her hands like waxen petals,
Where yawning poppies run.

-- Stephen Vicent Benet

posted : Sunday, June 20th, 2010

reblogged from : tutte le cose belle

posted : Sunday, June 20th, 2010

reblogged from : Is dat foetor.

posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

reblogged from : Daughter of Chaos

posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o’er,I hear the father of the ancient men.
—William Blake

Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o’er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.

—William Blake

posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

reblogged from : I TOLD HER SECRETS TO ALL THE GUYS IN TOWN.

posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

reblogged from : love.beauty

New forms and faces, passing ever,May hide the one I still retain,Defined, and fixed, and fading never,Stamped deep on vision, heart, and brain.-- Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell
New forms and faces, passing ever,
May hide the one I still retain,
Defined, and fixed, and fading never,
Stamped deep on vision, heart,
and brain.


-- Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell

posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

reblogged from : lĭfĭthûrŭl

posted : Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

reblogged from : Turn of the Century

posted : Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

reblogged from : Turn of the Century