Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too.

John Keats

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you also what when why how look because never

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❝ Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For those there is hope.❞
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iamelagabalus:

This is transparent. Your blog has now been signed by Oscar Wilde. You’re Welcome.

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indieurban:

slantyapostrophes:

This is my fucking favourite

i think this all the time

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“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”

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sixpenceee:

A compilation of Edward Gorey and his rather gothic poems and illustrations. 

Check out his dark children alaphabet illustrations

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thenaebyrd777:

shadowstep-of-bast:

imagine a muggleborn in hogwarts starts singing Bohemian Rhapsody under their breath and then another muggleborn notices and starts singing along

and then suddenly all the muggleborns in the area are belting out the lyrics and head banging and every single pureblood is left utterly confused

this is so important to me

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JD