So It Goes.

I don’t even like winnie the pooh really (has been ruined by cross stitch fanatics everywhere) but I DO love my own teddy…..
Yeah, I’m 21. So what. 

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The most beautiful sunset I have ever seen in real life ever.
 North Cornwall, Summer 2011

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for everyone who has never played poohsticks…..

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William Heath Robinson ~ The Fairy’s Birthday ~ Holly Leaves (Magazine) December 1925 ~ via The Pictorial Arts

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Pier Angeli, 1954.

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Babe.

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This list doesn’t really apply to me, but I think people should try not to get caught up in the little things….

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These are all my favourite places.

One of the many lines from Deathly Hallows Part 2 that made me weepy was when Dumbledore says to Harry ”Just because its in your head, that doesn’t mean it isn’t real’ (or something along those lines)
I felt that summed up my whole relationship with the books, well…any/many books. Imagination is probably one of the most real things in this world.

Gush- I’m such a diehard literature student/graduate….. 

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you know the words to say.

ianbrooks:

Keep Calm and Conjure a Patronus by Boy Wonder

Says Joel: “A Patronus is a kind of positive force, and for the wizard who can conjure one, it works something like a shield, with the Dementor feeding on it, rather than him. In order for it to work, you need to think of a memory. Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory… Allow it to fill you up… lose yourself in it… then speak the incantation “Expecto Patronum”.

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This place- 2 weeks time.

Trebetherick

We used to picnic where the thrift
Grew deep and tufted to the edge;
We saw the yellow foam flakes drift
In trembling sponges on the ledge
Below us, till the wind would lift
Them up the cliff and o’er the hedge.
Sand in the sandwiches, wasps in the tea,
Sun on our bathing dresses heavy with the wet,
Squelch of the bladder-wrack waiting for the sea,
Fleas around the tamarisk, an early cigarette.

From where the coastguard houses stood
One used to see below the hill,
The lichened branches of a wood
In summer silver cool and still;
And there the Shade of Evil could
Stretch out at us from Shilla Mill.
Thick with sloe and blackberry, uneven in the light,
Lonely round the hedge, the heavy meadow was remote,
The oldest part of Cornwall was the wood as black as night,
And the pheasant and the rabbit lay torn open at the throat.

But when a storm was at its height,
And feathery slate was black in rain,
And tamarisks were hung with light
And golden sand was brown again,
Spring tide and blizzard would unite
And sea come flooding up the lane.
Waves full of treasure then were roaring up the beach,
Ropes round our mackintoshes, waders warm and dry,
We waited for the wreckage to come swirling into reach,
Ralph, Vasey, Alistair, Biddy, John and I.

Then roller into roller curled
And thundered down the rocky bay,
And we were in a water world
Of rain and blizzard, sea and spray,
And one against the other hurled
We struggled round to Greenaway.
Blesséd be St Enodoc, blesséd be the wave,
Blesséd be the springy turf, we pray, pray to thee,
Ask for our children all happy days you gave
To Ralph, Vasey, Alistair, Biddy, John and me
Sir John Betjeman 

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I’m such a sucker for puppies.

theniftyfifties:

Puppies!  Pin up art by Gil Elvgren.