“ABOVE me are the Alps, The palaces of nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appalls, Gathers around these summits, as to show How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”
 Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

I’m reading a book about a girl with a Tumblr blog. It’s quite possibly one of my favourite things I have read so far, while also being one of the strangest.

'Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red' by Paul Cummins, Tower of London  #ww1 #100years #london #beautiful

I got tipsy tonight and petted a cute white kitty on the way home. :)

"I gave wrong people the right pieces of me."
(via robbinthahood)

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It’s happened.