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A narrow table fits nicely into this windowed bump-out. 

also surely someone has made a classical music version of that meme of the different levels of interest going from like “normal” to “social pariah” or whatever? if not I’ll take responsibility for making it myself 

Ahhh yes…James Norton

#BlackSails #VaneandEleanor

“He still asks about you, you know.” She gets a pang of longing and hurt in her chest. “I know.” She whispers “Do you ever think about getting in contact again?” She’s silent for a moment. “I would love nothing more than to run to him.” She says, smiling, thinking back to him. “But so much happened. So much hurt. I was broken after it ended. I can’t risk having to say goodbye again, it destroyed me for a long time. So would I want to? I would love nothing more. Will I? No.”

(via melindacarolinee)

You don’t lose when you push away the wrong people. There’s some people you truly need to take out and keep out of your life.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

“What pains you?” he asked one night. I breathed, looked at him and said, “You.”

because you are honest at 2am // Genefe Navilon (via theprocast)

Harper’s Christmas Number, 1893. Edward Penfield (American, 1866-1925). Cover art. Included is How Love Came. A Poem. Alice Archer Sewall.

“THE night was darker than ever before (So dark is sin),  When the Great Love came to the stable door And entered in, And laid Himself in the breath of kine And the warmth of hay,  And whispered to the Star to shine And to break, the Day. O flowers underneath the snow That chilled His feet,  As He passed by did ye not know His footsteps sweet?…”