Anthony Bridgerton + (*`▽´)_🍨
- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
‘Lucie avoided his blazing, blue eyes, looked about the room. It was evidently being used for sleeping quarters as a couple of truckle beds were pushed against the wall, coverlets neatly made. A wash basin was also in a corner and a rag glistened, still wet from whoever had washed their face that morning’
so, finally changing my profile pic for the first time in like, 4 years lol.
‘ An hour or so later he’d managed to round up several hundred chevaliers and they were now in a line, facing the enemy who’d formed a hedgehog-like schiltron. Heart in his mouth, sweaty beneath gambeson and hauberk, he roared the orders to charge, to kill and only take those of noble blood as prisoners’
I’m back, but for how long. Lol
Gillian Flynn ― Gone Girl
" My mistress & friend , my heart and I surrender our- selves into your hands, beseeching you to hold us commended to your favour, and that by absence your af- feftion to us may not be lessened: for it were a great pity to increase our pain, of which absence produces enough and more than I could ever have thought could be felt, remind- ing us of a point in astronomy which is this: the longer the days are, the more distant is the sun, and never- theless the hotter; so is it with our love, for by absence we are kept a distance from one another, and yet it retains its fervour, at least on my side; I hope the like on yours, as- suring you that on my part the pain of absence is already too great for me; and when I think of the increase of that which I am forced to suffer, it would be almost intolerable, but for the firm hope I have of your un- changeable affedtion for me: and to remind you of this sometimes, and seeing that I cannot be personally present with you, I now send you the nearest thing I can to that, namely, my picture set in a bracelet, with the whole of the device, which you al- ready know, wishing myself in their place, if it should please you. This is from the hand of your loyal servant and friend,
H.R. "
the people on Made in Chelsea are so childish
Men should apologize for not being will turner
going through old posts on here is honestly so entertaining
It’s coming home, lads
emma. (2020) dir. autumn de wilde
The Lute Player, 1596, Caravaggio
Medium: oil,canvas
me picking a scenario to fall asleep to: there’s nothing good on