lalumena

An Improbable Fiction
Sing me a song of a lass that is gone,
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

(via lairdjamie)

redbutnotstrawberry:

"Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I’m with ye."

redbutnotstrawberry:

"Ye need not be scairt of me," he said softly. "Nor of anyone here, so long as I’m with ye."

(via lairdjamie)

fitsimmons:

I love him. Is that real?Yes. Yes, it’s real. He loves you back.

fitsimmons:

I love him. Is that real?
Yes. Yes, it’s real. He loves you back.

marcjacobs:

In Bloom

Oh lordy. Can we just talk about how this right here is basically this… 

uhmeliamay:

How I spent my time at Pompeii today

(via sprinkleofglitr)

poetry-in—motion:

Nothing. When we realized you weren’t here
we sat with our hands folded on our desks
in silence, for the full two hours

Everything. I gave an exam worth
40 percent of the grade for this term
and assigned some reading due today
on which I’m about to hand out a quiz
worth 50 percent

italsma:

Rue’s Lullaby.

Hand-cut paper illustration of Katniss Everdeen and Rue from Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games featuring lyrics from Rue’s Lullaby.

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