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comity- a state or atmosphere of harmony or mutual civility and respect Meg.21. USA. College student. Loves: ϟ Harry Potter, British period pieces, magic, books, & pretty things. Pottermore: MistSnidget133 Pics only mine if stated; click to see source. Alternate blog: Mucha Menagerie Icon by watsonlove
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So, that's why I stayed gone for so long. Looking back, I'm not entirely sure how I did it. It was overwhelming just to type it all up. Now, I know many of you must have unfollowed me or just forgotten all about me. But I have missed you guys! I've missed this outlet and connection to other people who are like the stuff that I like. However, it doesn't feel right to try to pick up where I left off on this account. I've simply been gone to long. It seems as good a time as any to start fresh. So, if you are interested in following me on the next leg of my journey (which will hopefully involve me earning my Master's degree and joining the workforce, not necessarily in that order), please join me over at my new account, afineboldthing.

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Remember me?

So much for a brief hiatus, huh? My last post was seven months ago! I thought I would be back in December, which is pretty hilarious now that I think about it. Here's a short summary of everything that has happened in my life since that last post:

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misswallflower
I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness … Shyness is only the effect of a sense of inferiority in some way or other. If I could persuade myself that my manners were perfectly easy and graceful, I should not be shy.

Jane Austen (via misswallflower)

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I can remember at school how we would read together in class an Ode by Keats, a Shakespeare sonnet or a chapter of Animal Farm. I would tingle inside and want to sob, just at the words, at nothing more than the simple progression of sounds. But when it came to writing that thing called an Essay, I flubbed and floundered. I could never discover where to start. How do you find the distance and the cool to write in an academically approved style about something that makes you spin, wobble and weep?

Making History, by Stephen Fry (via fuckyeahstephenfry)