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endlesslibraries:

The Old Library Revisited II (by (Erik))

endlesslibraries:

The Old Library Revisited II (by (Erik))

booksnbuildings:

The library at Sissinghurst castle, the delightful and exquisite home of Vita Sackville-West and her husband, Harold Nicolson.

teachingliteracy:

Library (by andryn2006)
wilwarien:

remy-the-impaler:

Because socially awkward Jyrilock is my favorite thing.
I was reminded of his… unique laughter at the musical concert last Monday.

This post is beyond beautiful. Thank you, Remy. :’DD

Yes. Very beautiful! 

wilwarien:

remy-the-impaler:

Because socially awkward Jyrilock is my favorite thing.

I was reminded of his… unique laughter at the musical concert last Monday.

This post is beyond beautiful. Thank you, Remy. :’DD

Yes. Very beautiful! 

Because perfect sketches which give you such great enjoyment are like a mini play, you know, even if they are only 30 seconds long, they’ve got a beginning, a middle, and an end.  And there’s a tiny, little narrative, and if you can get something people can engage with, brilliant.  And a big laugh at the end.  It’s…  Really, what’s not to like?

- Catherine Tate on Frost on Sketch Shows

youhaveamerryheart:

Here you go!

youhaveamerryheart:

Here you go!

hazeleynut:


Blood-Spatter Ceramic Teapot by ~PepperCyanide

I can has?

bartyjoonyah:

Fan asks David to help settle an issue with her boyfriend. (x)

booksactually:

“Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. ‘Someone is dying,’ thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.”— from The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen, in Andersen’s Fairy Tales

booksactually:

“Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. ‘Someone is dying,’ thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.”

— from The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen, in Andersen’s Fairy Tales