Final exams are approaching fast! Come June I will be logged out of Tumblr until school is over. Putting up an early warning. If you need me, MSG me now, and I’ll give you my email, or whatever. I love you guys, but I love my GPA more. <3
Lace Shop.
Years ago, while on a family trip to Belgium, I found myself in a shop that sold only lace. They had everything… lace by the yard, expensive lace, antique lace that had once been on some Queen’s dress…
I didn’t buy anything, because I was young and honestly, what was I going to do with some raw lace?
I had a dream last night about the lace shop. I was sitting on the floor of the shop, crocheting lace into a scarf. I woke up wanting nothing more than to go back to that lace shop and have a better look around.
I promise myself that if I ever go back to Belgium I will find that lace shop and buy myself a little piece, so I can always have a reminder that completely romantic places like lace shops actually do exist.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all who wander are lost,
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost,
From ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring,
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless shall again be king.
I'm sorry but the lack of opening quotation marks in your last post makes me want to go out and punch babies in the stomach until achieving a Skittles consistency. Now you have to make me a sammich to fix your mistake and bring honor back to your family.
AnonymousThese things tend to happen.
As for your ‘sammich’,
I hope you’re happy, you must now live with the fact that you have strained my poor fingers.
“Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers… .
How did it go?
How did it go?”
“The bridge will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see. Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free. So come and walk awhile with me and share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known. But this bridge will only take you halfway there. The last few steps you have to take alone.”
