May 2012
2 posts
April 2012
1 post
March 2012
2 posts
February 2012
1 post
The Walk
You did not walk with me
Of late to the hill-top tree
By the gated ways,
As in earlier days;
You were weak and lame,
So you never came,
And I went alone, and I did not mind,
Not thinking of you as left behind.
I walked up there to-day
Just in the former way;
Surveyed around
The familiar ground
By myself again:
What difference, then?
Only that underlying sense
Of the look of a room...
January 2012
16 posts
Alms - Edna St. Vincent Millay
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The sashes are beset with snow.
I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
The frost is thick upon the pane..
I know a winter when it comes:
The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
And brought...
December 2011
2 posts
November 2011
3 posts
charlotte sometimes.: Jam Tart →
I’m a jam tart, I’m a bargain basement,/I’m a work of art, I’m a magic casement,/A coal cellar, an umbrella, a sewing machine,/A radio, a hymn book, an old french bean,/I don’t know what I am/You’ve put a spell on me.
I’m a dog’s nose,/I’m Sir Humphry Davy,
I’m a Christmas rose,/I’m the…
October 2011
1 post
Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David →
September 2011
1 post
December 2009
6 posts
GMH →
givesmehope:
Today, my grandmother died. I took a walk to try and calm down but ended up sitting on a park bench crying. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and a man handed me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He said, “I walked past here earlier and you were crying, so I got you these flowers”, and walked away. Kind strangers like him GMH.
“I think Radio 4 is worth the entire license fee. I get terribly cross when...”
– Sandi Toksvig in The Observer. I agree completely. The world would be a very sad place wihout Radio 4. (via brokenbottleboy)
September 2009
1 post
August 2009
2 posts
“How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.”
– Marcus Aurelius
July 2009
31 posts
“I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the...”
– George Carlin (via simko)
You know that they're your best friends when...
allshewrote:
they haven’t seen you in a week so they walk over to your house at midnight. they don’t care that you look like a zombie. they just listen to you when you cry about how you feel like you’re dying. they make you laugh by peddaling ridculous Youtube videos on you post-cry. they don’t get mad when you ask them to leave so that you can sleep. they hug you goodbye even though you smell...
