My Wit Is More Polished Than Your Moustache

Bright Star picspam

↪ part four

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a thing of beauty is a joy forever, its loveliness increases

it will never pass into nothingness

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Bright Star | Purple

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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

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Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Bright Star (2009)

slayground:

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” - John Keats

forget-them-wendy:

Bright Star (2009)

“When I don’t hear from him, it’s as if I’ve died.”