I'm Rhiannon. My eyes, brain, soul and heart usually dwell on books. I love to write, and I suppose this is a distorted view to the inside of my head .
(via maggie-stiefvater)L'ACTE GRATUIT
all these ghosts
in that moment, blue was a little in love with all of them. their magic. their quest. their awfulness and strangeness.
her raven boys.
go on then, do it.
the golden trio + favorite hq caps
stories can make us fly
Natalie Dormer at the 66th Annual Emmy Awards
Cuddles in the kitchen
Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
“When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.”
(via penrynsage)money power glory
William McGregor Paxton - Tea Leaves, 1909
come to me in all your glamour and cruelty
Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!The arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
Robin Williams. :(
(Source: khaleesisexual)I do not have a gentle heart.
Alex Turner for GQ France
(via jesseruttherford)stay with me
"Now let me dispel a few rumours so they don’t fester into facts. Yes, I too attended at ‘Hell-ton’ and survived. And no, at that time I was not the mental giant you see before you. I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98 pound weakling. I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face."
See Post #how can i not reblog #Robin williams #dead poets society #This film is very beautiful #and Robin William's potrayl of john keating gave me a lot to think about #i still can't believe it