March 13th, 2013
justbesplendid:

anchor

justbesplendid:

anchor

December 28th, 2012

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December 20th, 2012
little-dauphine:

Handwritten last stanza of The Raven, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

little-dauphine:

Handwritten last stanza of The Raven, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

(via booklover)

November 12th, 2012
leopoldgursky:

craughed:

i cant do this it’s perfect

This is one of my top ten favorite poems.

leopoldgursky:

craughed:

i cant do this it’s perfect

This is one of my top ten favorite poems.

October 31st, 2012

thewestcoastlady:

lisachaves:

Sub City New York by Sarah Klein and Tom Mason

It’s a short film - a visual poem - about that moment in New York when you emerge from the subway and find yourself in a new and sometimes unexpected world.

 i realize that i do feel this way whenever i ride the subway. cuz you’re in a tube that looks the same all the time, boring and rushing, and when you reach the surface, you really don’t know what to expect. it could be raining or snowing or the sun could be shining brighter than you thought. the air is different, the sounds, everything. it’s awesome. i had never realized it until now.

reblogging this again for the people of NYC and new jersey. be safe.

(Source: travelthirst)

September 29th, 2012
lookbookdotnu:

You Can See It In Her Eyes (by Jessica R.)

lookbookdotnu:

You Can See It In Her Eyes (by Jessica R.)

lookbookdotnu:

Karl (by Betty A)

lookbookdotnu:

Karl (by Betty A)

September 28th, 2012
lookbookdotnu:

Dots do make my heart flutter ❤ (by Steffy Kuncman)

lookbookdotnu:

Dots do make my heart flutter ❤ (by Steffy Kuncman)

lookbookdotnu:

Creamy (by Victoria Platina)

lookbookdotnu:

Creamy (by Victoria Platina)

September 27th, 2012

"

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

"

“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, T.S. Eliot (via quote-book)

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