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Give us a snog!
Ah ye bloody ingrate...
But anyhoo, for those that do stay,
Let me give you fair warning what lies yonder, nay?
A bit of The Doctor in his blue box so keen,
Sherlock and Watson, just friends, so it seems.
Next, Harry Potter indeed made me cry,
but as long as I’m posting in my mind no one died.
Charlie Chaplin helped a nation throughout despair.
They called him a commie, boy did America fuck up there.
Let’s see what else? Ah the books that I read.
The music I hear.
And the photos I see.
That’s all I can think of, my blog’s galore.
But of course this is Tumblr, SO THERE’S PROBABLY MORE.
Gracehill Northern Ireland-These beech trees, known as “The Dark Hedges” were planted by the Stuart family almost 300 years ago. A stunning natural phenomenon, this stretch of road soon became a source of legend. A ghostly figure “The Grey Lady” is known to walk along the winding road at dusk, disappearing once she passes the last tree.
“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave. Night, however, succeeds to night. The winter holds a pack of them in store and deals them equally, evenly, with indefatigable fingers. They lengthen; they darken. Some of them hold aloft clear planets, plates of brightness.The autumn trees, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn faraway in Indian sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight,in the light of harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore.”
“It was necessary now to carry everything a step further. With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta’s arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become,she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.”