October captured in a moment 🍁

They removed tumblr from the App Store we’re rogue lads

what are we gonna do now boss?

Absolute anarchy

it’s off the google play store as well lmao

nobody gets in. nobody gets out

— Emily Dickinson

Isle of Skye by stephane (montreal) on Flickr

Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” published on this date

On this day (7 March) in 1923, The New Republic published Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.”  Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Exquisite Photography Series That Depicts Dried Flowers and Tea Sets

Artist, wife and mother, Marina Malinovaya spends her leisure hours orchestrating extravagant photographic compositions using dried up flowers, leaves and tea sets.

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anyway remember how act 1 of hamlet is set “in that season wherein our saviour’s birth is celebrated”? we have textual proof that the first act takes place around christmas time and still no modern-day production will give me the meeting of the danish court reimagined as an awkward family christmas dinner. imagine claudius making his speech while carving a turkey and wearing an embarrassing paper crown. imagine hamlet glaring at everyone from across a plate of sprouts. imagine hamlet doing o that this too too solid flesh would melt (yeah hamlet i know that post-christmas lunch feel) in a black snowman jumper. in scene 4 when hamlet’s saying the king keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels claudius is dad-dancing to shakin’ stevens in the background. 

Dracula, Bram Stoker

Anxiety Level: Barely conscious Steve Harrington waking up in a car with four children that have a death wish and one that is illegally driving.

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