love is a dog from hell

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The Owls are not what they seem

The Owls are not what they seem

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starrydiadems:

divinginalake:

[October 13, 1819]

25 College Street

My dearest Girl,

This moment I have set myself to copy some verses out fair. I cannot proceed with any degree of content. I must write you a line or two and see if that will assist in dismissing you from my Mind for ever so short a time. Upon my Soul I can think of nothing else. The time is passed when I had power to advise and warn you against the unpromising morning of my life. My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again – my life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you. I should be afraid to separate myself far from you. My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? My love, will it? I have no limit now to my love. You[r] note came in just here – I cannot be happier away from you. ‘Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles. Do not threat me even in jest. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion. I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more. I could be martyr’d for my Religion. Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavored often “to reason against the reasons of my Love.” I can do that no more – the pain would be too great. My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

Yours for ever

John Keats

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Harry Potter weekend in Chestnut Hill, I’m drinking a delicious butter beer and hanging out with one of Aragog’s children

Harry Potter weekend in Chestnut Hill, I’m drinking a delicious butter beer and hanging out with one of Aragog’s children

brokencagedbird:

The Gunslinger, by Stephen King

brokencagedbird:

The Gunslinger, by Stephen King

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Ghost drive-by


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I’ve been straight edge for 8 years

Where are you going you fucking idiot

Where are you going you fucking idiot


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