“she Lives The Poetry She Cannot Write.”

and then... *dramatic pause* …she took a nap!

I saw The Lumineers the other day (my favorite band), and I can tell you that post-concert depression is real

If you were coming in the fall

-- Emily Dickinson

the dowager countess violet crawley is everything I aspire to be

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-- Dylan Thomas

Maybe this one's overrated, but it's my favorite.

this... this hit me

this whole movie hit me, and it's not even the first time I've watched it

my tbr is sitting at 22 books right now, and I don't know how I'm ever going to read them all because I keep buying more and more and more and more and more

Failure is not an option desktop wallpaper

Images taken from Visions of the Future

I brought you cookies, but my ulterior motive is that now I get to see you smile

So like.. when the sky fills with echoes of thunder and flashes of lightning..and when raindrops begin to hit the dry pavement.. you’ll come over right?