A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent

it’s almost the 27 juillet do you know what it means


Odalisque, Detail.
German School.
Early 19th Century

Odalisque, Detail.

German School.

Early 19th Century

Son… I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.

tats-maslany:

I got that comic con, comic con sadness

gloomthkin:

a person of my age probably shouldn’t care this much about dead greeks

"At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done—then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago."
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden (via bookmania)

“I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us” 


the-library-and-step-on-it:
LITERARY FRIENDSHIPS:
Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron.

Byron: Alas! poor Shelley – how he would have laughed – had he lived, and how we used to laugh now & then – at various things – which are grave in the Suburbs. – You are all mistaken about Shelley – – you do not know – how mild – how tolerant – how good he was in Society – and as perfect a Gentleman as ever crossed a drawing room; – when he liked & where he liked. 
Shelley: I have no other news to tell you, my dear Lord Byron, unless you think this is news: that I often talk, and oftener think, of you; and that, though I have not seen you for six months, I still feel the burden of my own insignificance and impotence; as they must ever forbid my interest in your welfare from being put to the proof. Adieu.

the-library-and-step-on-it:

LITERARY FRIENDSHIPS:

Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron.

Byron: Alas! poor Shelley – how he would have laughed – had he lived, and how we used to laugh now & then – at various things – which are grave in the Suburbs. – You are all mistaken about Shelley – – you do not know – how mild – how tolerant – how good he was in Society – and as perfect a Gentleman as ever crossed a drawing room; – when he liked & where he liked.

Shelley: I have no other news to tell you, my dear Lord Byron, unless you think this is news: that I often talk, and oftener think, of you; and that, though I have not seen you for six months, I still feel the burden of my own insignificance and impotence; as they must ever forbid my interest in your welfare from being put to the proof. Adieu.

talaash:

her eyes spoke what her heart felt.her eyes spoke what her mouth couldn’t. 

talaash:

her eyes spoke what her heart felt.
her eyes spoke what her mouth couldn’t. 


Joan of Arc by Albert Lynch (1851-1912)
engraving from Figaro Illustre magazine, 1903

Joan of Arc by Albert Lynch (1851-1912)

engraving from Figaro Illustre magazine, 1903

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