July 2011
http://josephinewall.tumblr.com/ →
josephinewall.tumblr.com
I made a blog completely dedicated to Josephine Wall. It took a few days to have time to post things to it, but here you go. Enjoy.
I love your blog :]
Thank youuu
I need to go to the Bon Iver/Fleet Foxes concert in Phoenix on September 15th.
I just have no one to go with. Fuck. Anxiety.
June 2011
“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.”
—William Shakespeare
“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.”
—The Cigarette Smoking Man
“I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much, but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies.”
—Francesca Lia Block (via which-witch)
you have a beautiful blog :) x
awe, thank you. i adore yours as well.
“And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banish’d from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster’d, illumined, cherish’d, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.” —Two Gentlemen of Verona, William Shakespeare
To die is to be banish’d from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster’d, illumined, cherish’d, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.” —Two Gentlemen of Verona, William Shakespeare
Summer's Almost Gone
The Doors
Summer’s Almost Gone- The Doors
perhaps it's just me but i can't follow your writing blog, though i can access it... am i doing something wrong?
No, you can’t really follow private blogs. You just have to go to it and type in the password whenever you want to look. It prevents reblogs.
fecund-isis →
fecund-isis.tumblr.com
it’s a tumblr where i will post my writing. message me for the the password. i’d like to know who’s looking.
