December 2009
T.S. Eliot
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.
Pavane | Jack Gilbert
I thought it said on the girl’s red purse A kind of sad dance and all day wondered what was being defined. Wisdom? The history of Poland? All the ways of growing old? No, I decided (walking back to the hotel this morning), it must be love. The real love that follows early delight and ignorance. A wonderful sad dance that comes after.
90s kids - Quit stealing MY culture.
glazin:
seaponies:
ihatethismess:
smidgets:
pineapplelo:
californiacornbread:
I think the time has come for me to sound off on all you children here on Tumblr, stealing MY culture. If you were born in the early 80s, or mid 80s, you know what I’m talking about.
Let’s get some shit really fucking straight - most of you here on Tumblr were born in the 90s, and don’t know a damn thing...
“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a...”
– Alan Bennett (The History Boys: The Film) (via kari-shma)
Dae, why so sexy?
Taboo - Nina Suba
In this game, there are words I cannot say. Like if I mean Bill Clinton, I can’t say President or United States. Or if snowball, I can’t say winter or fight Or any other word at the top of my mind - Unless you say it first. I must hold the tip of my tongue And find a way around words, Tell you about pain, for instance, By recounting the sadness of the stars on moonless nights When...
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