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I had no one to help me, but then T. S. Eliot helped me.

So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language – and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers – a language powerful enough to say how it is.

It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.

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Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via horologists)

kochei:

Did someone say captioned adventures of Napoléon Bonaparte

[[thanks to ladyhistory for showing me the way]]

"I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once."
George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings  (via tonysassy)
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The cast of Game of Thrones @ Comic-Con 2014

recoveryisbeautiful:

me all the time though…

recoveryisbeautiful:

me all the time though…

vitarays:

tear it down yeahhhhhh

vitarays:

tear it down yeahhhhhh

illustratedkate:

Parks and Recreation + Avengers AU!! All credit to Alycia for showing me this post and giving me ideas! (my apologies for the length of this post - i wasn’t sure how to arrange it so it’d be readable!)

mcavoyclub:

James McAvoy visits ‘Sway in the Morning’ at SiriusXM Studios on September 10, 2014 in New York City.

mcavoyclub:

James McAvoy visits ‘Sway in the Morning’ at SiriusXM Studios on September 10, 2014 in New York City.

"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot (via hermionejg)

Halloween Alphabet: T, crooked trees