The art of getting lost in words

"And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!"

The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde

*My inspiration, my anchor. The man in who's words I can calm down. The man in whose words and style I find myself.*


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Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We’re in one, of course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out loud of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring’ and they’ll say ‘Oh yes, that’s one of my favorite stories.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Happy Birthday, Mr. Tolkien!

(Quelle: bookporn, via teacoffeebooks)

Pixiedustparcels: Hightgate Cemetery in London, England. All photos taken from flickr’s Highgate Cemetery Pool (various photographers).

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“Having tattoos and piercings is not unprofessional. What’s unprofessional is turning down an aspiring employee due to superficial reasons and not their skill level or experience”