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anerican choese

idk what the general consensus is on carl barats ideal hair length but to ME every time he cuts his hair an angel loses its wings

i missed this feeling... ur favorite band putting out a new song and listening to it all day... softly singing shiver while making tea in the evening... remember Pete saying we've always believed in quite an old fashioned way, in songs

yea sure i know the pet shops boys. there’s the swag one and the cunty one

2003 // 2015

hey so um your boyfriend, he bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner’s pies? and, i’m sorry, he, uh, walked off to look for america. yeah he’s boarding a greyhound in pittsburgh by now. sorry

Youll never fumigate the demons no matter how much you smoke just say you love me for three good reasons and ill throw u the rope (you dont need it) because you are the survivor of more than one life and youre the only lover I had who ever slept with a knife but youre not judy garland oh just like me youve never really had a home of your own and im not tony hancock baby until the dawn well stone the crows and you see ive brought you flowers ive brought you flowers all collected from the old vic stage and ive been sitting here for hours baby just chasing these words across the page YOURE MY WATERLOO ILL BE UR GYPSY LANE AND IM SO GLAD WE KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO AND EXACTLY WHO TO BLAME.

from Virginia Woolf’s diaries, February 27th, 1926

I’ve started a blog, because why not. Here it is. I’ve started it.

Pale beneath the blaze Hung the transparent foliage; and I watch'd Some broad and sunny leaf, and lov'd to see The shadow of the leaf and stem above Dappling its sunshine! And that walnut-tree Was richly ting'd, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge (This lime tree bower my prison) 

“How often do I lull my rebellious blood to rest, for you cannot imagine anything so erratic, so restless as my heart.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via theclassicsreader)

it’s a whole vibe

as far as I'm aware this comes from @NightTimeSecrets on weheartit 

“Bysshe looked, as he always looked, wild, intellectual, unearthly; like a spirit that had just descended from the sky; like a demon risen at that moment out of the ground.”

— Thomas Hogg on Percy Bysshe Shelley (also, coincidentally, my aesthetic goals)

god I wish someone would describe me as wild, intellectual, unearthly

The Cincinnati Enquirer, Ohio, November 19, 1954

Leader-Telegram, Eau Claire, Wisconsin, October 1, 1925

Real talk, as a teacher in England I can confirm that the British government does everything and anything to avoid teaching the true extent of colonial history to English kids. 

You ask a modern English teenager about Northern Ireland and they probably can’t tell you about fucking anything currently going on there bar ‘I think we weren’t nice to them’, and that’s the country next fucking door so you know they don’t know shit about India or the Middle East.

The English government PURPOSEFULLY does not teach English children the real in’s and out’s of the British Empire despite a recent call to ‘widen the breadth of our curriculum’ because then where would our football hooligans who defend statues come from? 

Have a good conversation with any bald headed English bloke wearing an England football shirt with an EDL tattoo and test his knowledge of the Empire he loves so much. 100 quid he knows fuck all beyond ‘we civilized those people!’

And this is why no one fucking likes us, because there’s no active effort to teach our younger generations why we were wrong or how to make things better, but there’s a clear educational agenda to shield young English children from any extensive criticism of England.

…there is something to be said for these shiftless days,

John Ashbery, The System  (via mauriacs)

“radiance and love just surge out of me like the sun.”

— Letters Home by Sylvia Plath (via decreation)

O to receive an anonymous love letter on perfumed paper, filled with romantic declarations and scraps of poetry

Imagine having someone miss you, yearn for your presence. They think of you so fondly, find pieces of you hidden in their favourite novels, and tucked away inside the prettiest songs. To them, you are the dark and comforting embrace of a storm, the gentle caress of a dream. A friend, a lover, whomever they may be, they make you understand the word ‘love’.

She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.

Donna Tartt,The Secret History (1992).

i wish to radiate moonlight and heavenly energy at all times

Reading Times, Pennsylvania, October 14, 1926

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

OW

im a romantic but the plot twist is that im unlovable

If you mourn the death of ancient languages but do not mourn the death of innocent black people, you need to reevaluate your priorities.

If the burning of the library of Alexandria or of Notre Dame brings you to tears but do not care about the fires started by desperate and grieving protesters demanding justice, you need to reevaluate your priorities.

It is okay to love and be passionate about things from the past, but we must also care about our present. 2020 will someday be history too. Don’t let yourself be on the wrong side of history. Don’t ignore the racial injustice that is all around us.

Basically one of my favourite monologues in theatre. So sad, poor Moritz :(