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Welcome, lovelies.

ugh.

la-victorienne:

whitepajamas:

Pretty much.

WHAT’S THAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW AWESOME THIS IS.

la-victorienne:

whitepajamas:

Pretty much.

WHAT’S THAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW AWESOME THIS IS.

Help!

loveyourchaos:

Someone asked in my formspring, but can you guys remind me who the artist of this photo is…

http://i46.tinypic.com/23tpg1c.jpg

Thanks, in advance!

http://little-doodles.blogspot.com/

I’m pretty sure her name is Kate Wilson :)
I loveeee her drawings.

(via boycott-love)
cynthiaohmy:

myparentswereawesome:

Barbara
Submitted by Jenny

cynthiaohmy:

myparentswereawesome:

Barbara

Submitted by Jenny

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth

I’m on a William Wordsworth kick tonight.
What is your favorite poem? poet?

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.

-William Wordsworth, Address to Kilchurn Castle