Anna, ENFP; I have eclectic tastes.

Dramatic thespian and perpetual lover of food. Also a Shieldmaiden of Rohan so I am no man and all that jazz.

I cry because Borgias.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

firsttimeuser:

Castle Enshrouded by Mist, 1979
photo by Richard K. Hofmeister

firsttimeuser:

Castle Enshrouded by Mist, 1979

photo by Richard K. Hofmeister

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somewhere I have never travelled,gladly beyond
E.E. Cummings
386 Plays

e.e. cummings reads his poem somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond

lotr meme: three films [2/3] → The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.”

like i needed someone to come and rescue me. i want to feel stronger than that.


Original caption: circa 1925: American actress Gloria Swanson (1899 - 1983) wearing a hat with a veil covering her face.
Original caption: circa 1925: American actress Gloria Swanson (1899 - 1983) wearing a hat with a veil covering her face.

‘Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon’

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

- Pablo Neruda

the borgias + hairnets | itavica

mirkwoodling:

the two towers + scenery

vintagegal:

True Cases of Women in Crime July,1954 (x)