And now for something completely different.

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

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—	somewhere i have never travelled by E. E. Cummings (via the-final-sentence) As quoted by Ben Whishaw in BBC’s wonderful The Hour.

http://www.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/2012/03/commit-no-nuisance-five-great-british-scolding-signs/

enchantedengland:

Originally built around 1100, St-Dunstan-in-the-East was a Church of England parish on St. Dunstan’s hill, halfway between London Bridge and the Tower of London. The church was severely damaged during the Blitz, with only the tower, steeple, and north and south walls remaining.

The Londoners, however, rallied round and turned a wreckage into something wonderful. A lawn and trees were planted in the ruins and a fountain in the middle of the nave, and the site was made into a public garden with occasional open-air services… (yorkshirestacked on flickr)

To summarize: it is a well known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.

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—	The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Douglas Adams (via megadodopublicationsinc)

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

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—	“Araby” by James Joyce (via the-final-sentence)

http://inhabitat.com/pixelated-birdhouses-sprout-on-city-trees-in-london/

http://www.streetartutopia.com/?attachment_id=6816

amandaay:

“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”
― Anthony Bourdain

Is that how one says it? As simply as that: “Mark Antony is dead. Lord Antony is dead.” “The soup is hot; the soup is cold.” “Mark Antony is living; Mark Antony is dead.” Shake with terror when such words pass your lips, for fear they be untrue and Antony’d cut out your tongue for the lie! And if true, for your lifetime boast that you were honored to speak his name even in death. Dying, of such a man, must be shouted, screamed! It must dare go back from the corners of the universe. “Antony is dead! Mark Antony of Rome lives no more!

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—	Octavian (played by Roddy McDowall)