All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Too true.
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Phones like these always remind of me Cruella in 101 Dalmations where she uses her cigarette holder to make angry phone calls. What a glamorous, evil lady.
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I need to read this book.
Neuschwanstein Castle by Luiz Pires on Flickr.
Beautiful Neuschwanstein. You and Ludwig will always have a special place in my heart.
Amen.
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I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
Piscine Molitor Patel, Life of Pi, Yann Martel (via nubivagantmusings)
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DED.
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