'Alas, not me, lord!' she said. 'Shadow lies on me still. Look not to me for healing! I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle. But I thank you for this at least, that I need not keep to my chamber. I will walk abroad by the grace of the Steward of the City.' And she did him a courtesy and walked back to the house. But Faramir for a long while walked alone in the garden, and his glance now strayed rather to the house than to the eastward walls.
☆ LATINO MAN OF THE MONTH ☆
Haruki Marukami
Ballet Impressions by David Street.
time to rewatch otgw
Helene Beland - Un capteur de lumière, 2012
06/05/2023. (Museu da República • Palácio do Catete; Rio de Janeiro - RJ, Brasil)
Édouard Bisson
French, 1856-1939
A Young Beauty with a Wreath of Roses
“She is loveliness itself.”
― Jane Austen, from “Emma.”
A tiny moomin with tiny snufkin to celebrate Tove Jansson 💫
Hans Hilsøe (1871 - 1942)
An interior with a woman sitting on a sofa. The sunlight is reflected on the wall
“It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.”
'whisper of heart' earrings by i'mmany london.
Sweet pastel Noface and his little friends wish you a lovely day with a warm hug! 💖
