September 21, 2014

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September 21, 2014

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September 21, 2014

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September 20, 2014
"A fairy tale…on the other hand, demands of the reader total surrender; so long as he is in its world, there must for him be no other."

— W.H. Auden

September 20, 2014

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September 20, 2014

steampunktendencies:

Cthulhu lamp by Karl Dupéré-Richer at the EtOH Brasserie in Montreal, Canada

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September 20, 2014
northskyphotography:

Clear Sky by North Sky Photography

northskyphotography:

Clear Sky by North Sky Photography

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September 19, 2014

akahades:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer + Greek Goddesses

(Inspired by x)

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September 19, 2014
The Stolen Child

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

- William Butler Yeats (x)

September 19, 2014

Can’t you see what we’re becoming, Tony? We’re losers. We’re not winners, we’re losers.
Scarface (1983)

Can’t you see what we’re becoming, Tony? We’re losers. We’re not winners, we’re losers.

Scarface (1983)

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