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Keep Calm and Watch Doctor Who

The Regions of Westeros

grumpapotomus:

Quilting nearly done by Lynne @ Lilys Quilts on Flickr.

Penguin books quilt!!

grumpapotomus:

Quilting nearly done by Lynne @ Lilys Quilts on Flickr.

Penguin books quilt!!

teachingliteracy:

We read to know that we are not alone. -C.S. Lewis

yeahwriters:

I love both—my Kindle was 100% awesome while I was abroad (is there anything cooler than finishing a book on, say, a train ride, and instantly being able to download and start reading a new one?). But of course I love how books look on a shelf, and I read my first paperback since getting my Kindle when I was on the beach in Ibiza, and it was so nice to see how far I was getting as I positively ate up the book. The idea of books and ereaders being “at war” is so silly to me!

yeahwriters:

I love both—my Kindle was 100% awesome while I was abroad (is there anything cooler than finishing a book on, say, a train ride, and instantly being able to download and start reading a new one?). But of course I love how books look on a shelf, and I read my first paperback since getting my Kindle when I was on the beach in Ibiza, and it was so nice to see how far I was getting as I positively ate up the book. The idea of books and ereaders being “at war” is so silly to me!

quiteastonishing:

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes’ Tight Shirts

THOSE BUTTONS SUFFER TOO MUCH

LET’S TAKE ‘EM OFF

mochacafe:

via glossfixation
My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.

Maya Angelou

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Kit Harington || Richard Madden

Esquire México, May ‘12

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robobitchadventures:

comehomebrother:

Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare.

*lady boner*

People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.
Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto (via supprosetry)