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Hodooor! →
— 2 hours ago with 2 notes
#hodor  #game of thrones 
dominusvenustas:

La Belle Dame sans Merci
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
…
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For side long would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
The fascination with chivalry in the Victorian era is epitomised here in the painting by Sir Frank Dicksee inspired from a Keat’s poem.
The ornate frame is also worth seeing! Bristol Art Gallery… in the West Country.

dominusvenustas:

La Belle Dame sans Merci

I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful - a faery’s child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long;

For side long would she bend, and sing

A faery’s song.

The fascination with chivalry in the Victorian era is epitomised here in the painting by Sir Frank Dicksee inspired from a Keat’s poem.

The ornate frame is also worth seeing! Bristol Art Gallery… in the West Country.

— 12 hours ago with 10 notes
concreteandtrees:

Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1852

concreteandtrees:

Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1852

— 13 hours ago with 682 notes
fitfatbitch:

I’ve decided to be happy. We Heart It

fitfatbitch:

I’ve decided to be happy. We Heart It

— 14 hours ago with 38 notes
raquelsofiamusic:

Proclamo en voz alta la libertad de pensamiento
y muera el que no piensa como yo.
-Voltaire-

raquelsofiamusic:

Proclamo en voz alta la libertad de pensamiento

y muera el que no piensa como yo.

-Voltaire-

— 14 hours ago with 109 notes
"A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but still I loved life. This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down? To detest existence and yet to cling to one’s existence? In brief, to caress the serpent which devours us, till he has eaten our very heart?"
— 14 hours ago with 125 notes