I write therefore I am.
And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.



Hey! This is a poetry blog, accentuated by reblogs of various interests of mine. Enjoy your visit :)



reblogged from adisabledrabbit, originally englishsnow
posted 1 hour ago on 23/9/2014 with 16,262 notes
lauranowlin:

henna poetry

lauranowlin:

henna poetry


reblogged from teachingliteracy, originally weheartit.com
posted 1 hour ago on 23/9/2014 with 156 notes

Love 

shamanfox:

Love is a subject
glorified by apparitions
by lengthly ghosts passer-bye’s
good-bye hosts. Love was not
Cohen’s victory march, rather
a fluid stream that embedded
when evaporations took breathing
under mud, seriously.
I look for love, always/all ways linger(s/ing)
in shadows and store-fronts
my
bewilder(ing) face brows in question marks across mindless thinking
dreaming.
Love lingers just on the corners of my mouth
tasting like wine or brandy or nothing
just a phantom of a kiss
before bruises unwelcome
trying too hard to find
love.
Love is a subject expanding, contracting
yet-never really going anywhere
just dancing in the strobe lights of existence
fluxing with prescribed perceptions
winged she wills to fly free when mirrors
are slates-free from creases.
Love forgive me if I trespass too long
you just smell like a garden I remembered
from an ancient place, before time.


reblogged from shamanfox,
posted 2 hours ago on 23/9/2014 with 122 notes

alienmovies:

"While the world he inhabits is, in some respects, counterfeit, there’s nothing fake about Truman himself. No scripts, no cue cards. It isn’t always Shakespeare, but it’s genuine. It’s a life.”

 The Truman Show (1998) dir. Peter Weir


reblogged from screenfour, originally alienmovies
posted 2 hours ago on 23/9/2014 with 6,971 notes

"We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone."
— Orson Welles


reblogged from psych-facts,
posted 2 hours ago on 23/9/2014 with 1,810 notes

reblogged from hayhasyou, originally weheartit.com
posted 3 hours ago on 23/9/2014 with 63 notes

discovergreatbritain:

Real-life Arthurian locations

Glastonbury Tor, Somerset - The Isle of Avalon

Roman Baths, Wroxeter - the remains of an ancient city and castle which some people believe is Camelot

Glastonbury Cathedral, Somerset - where the mysterious graves of a large man and a woman with golden hair were discovered in 1191, labelled with the words “His iacet inclitus Arturius in insula Avalonia” (‘Here lies King Arthur buried in Avalon’)

Tintagel, Cornwall - The ruined castle where it is said that King Uther Pendragon met with the beautiful Igraine and conceived King Arthur

Mitchell’s Fold Stone Circle, Shropshire - Local myth says the sword in the stone event happened here, where one stone was found with a curiously-shaped hole in it.


reblogged from brolin-pendragonlord, originally discovergreatbritain
posted 3 hours ago on 23/9/2014 with 165 notes
brutalgeneration:

Trešnjica (by Petar Vasić)

brutalgeneration:

Trešnjica (by Petar Vasić)


reblogged from hayhasyou, originally Flickr / v0xel
posted 6 hours ago on 22/9/2014 with 319 notes

"I can’t lose him.
I love him” 


reblogged from myrddinwylltemrys, originally rebeltimelord
posted 1 day ago on 21/9/2014 with 1,305 notes

clapsforgoalie:

vivere-est-ars:

every woman on tumblr should have this on their dash

Every person should have this one their dash


reblogged from smile-like-a-cheshire, originally sizvideos
posted 4 days ago on 19/9/2014 with 515,205 notes

reblogged from writtenintechnicolour, originally whathumansgain
posted 4 days ago on 19/9/2014 with 16,920 notes

"Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it."
—Claude Monet (via feellng)


reblogged from sixpenceee, originally feellng
posted 4 days ago on 19/9/2014 with 8,330 notes

reblogged from brolin-pendragonlord, originally archatlas
posted 1 week ago on 15/9/2014 with 5,700 notes
d-yspathy:

In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.

d-yspathy:

In 1983 a man was tested to see if he could sense god if all his senses were taken away. Every sense nerve in his brain was disconnected. He could not feel, hear, see or smell. He began reporting he could hear the voices of the dead and gave precise details that he could have not known. He then said he could see them and began clawing at his eyes, it turned to screaming and biting chunks of his flesh off. His last words were “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and died.


reblogged from thunderingwaves, originally kv96ic28
posted 1 week ago on 15/9/2014 with 157,865 notes

reblogged from asonginthekeyofe, originally vodkadna
posted 1 week ago on 15/9/2014 with 22,815 notes