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There’s not an aphorism made that can hold me back
Why won’t you hold me back like you used to do?

i miss tumblr.

  • “He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the darkness of the world.”

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars. 

truth-or-something-beautiful:

fucking hell im scared about tomorrow i have already broken down 3 times today and now my mum is coming with me and i really sdont want to see her face when i fail and she sees how much of a fuck up her daughter is




I feel exactly the same bby. miss u.

xx 

"

Either the heart breaks, or cease to care. Best cease to care.

"

- D. H. Lawrence, Women in Love (via promisethemoon)

I’ve tried my utmost to hate Harry Potter. Objectively and rationally I should - the writing is execrable; the acting by Radcliffe is dire; it’s been drawn out for far too long; it’s essentially a cash-cow; it’s an overt and formulaic religious allegory etc etc etc.

However, when sitting in the cinema, or coming across one of the films on ITV3 in my pants on a Sunday, I can’t help but feel a sensation that’s oddly comforting. 

Whether it is the music (which - unlike aversive christmas songs - still have the ability to soothe after hearing them for so many years), or Alan Rickman’s adenoidal voice, or simply the quintessential ruddy good Britishness about it all, the films still have the ability to enchant.

In all likelihood, before seeing it on Thursday, I shall crack the usual jokes: “what’s this one called again? Is it Harry Potter and the crock of shit?”. However, internally I shall be mawkish in knowing I shall never see a new sweeping camera-pan of Privet Drive again.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

45andsingle:

MORRISSEY - That’s Entertainment

fuck me, I haven’t posted anything in a while. too busy hating everything I suppose.

literally have nothing of any value to say, so I hunt for pictures which are relatively meaningless but send the message that I am oblique, intrinsically artistic and enigmatic as a person. This act is performed almost ritually to cloak the fact that in reality, as opposed to the contrived world of tumblr, I have little to offer.