tralalaa.

'hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul & sings the tune without the words & never stops at all'

~emily dickenson

'we must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope'

~martin luther king

'hope is the companion of power, & mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has within him the gift of miracles'

~samuel smiles

'true hope is swift & flies with swallows wings'

~william shakespeare

'far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. i may not reach them, but i can look up & see their beauty, believe in them, & try to follow them'

~louisa may alcott

x

poetry.

& you can wear all the jewellery you like
in hasty mirror-kissed mornings
on your neck & through ears, such colours
seen on shrines of sparkling sapphires &
golden homage to gods; yes, you can wear
stones pearl chain cheap glistening pendants
or a hint of romantic blossom rouge
flower clips oriental whispering skirts
such rich profusions, art wrapped around the canvas
that is your skin touched perfect...
but you don't kid me: everything around you
dim in desperate & bleak comparison,
all cart away into nothingness simply leaving
something that is more beautiful than all these things
that is simply you.

The free bird leaps

on the back of the win

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wings

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and is tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze

an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

'i know why the caged bird sings' by maya angelou.

i love receiving letters. or emails.

especially ones with poetry in them.

beautifulbeautiful.happysaturday!x

ohh dear.

do you ever feel that no matter how hard you try, we will all inevitably become slaves to wonderful (&probably awful) advertising?

ahh. never has an advert make me want their product so much. if anyone is going to paris, pleease take me with you!

& the song! the song. i love it too.

this is my favourite advert at the moment.

closely followed by the new chanel no.5 one, audrey tatou is beautiful.

thank you for the comment:)) im away to revise some more (& also watch the motorcycle diaries, im officially the worst reviser ever.)

:)x

tea is liquid wisdom.

teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existance. it inculcates purity & harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order.

~okakura kakuzo

there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

~henry james 'portrait of a lady'

peter was not very well during the evening,

his mother put him to bed,

and made some chamomile tea:

'one table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time'

~beatrix potter

tea with us became more than an idealisation of the form of drinking; it is a religion of the art of life

~okakura kakuzo

"take some more tea" the March Hare said to Alice very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "So I can't take more"

~Lewis Carroll, 'Alice in Wonderland'

I smile, of course,

And go on drinking tea,

'Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall

My buried life, & Paris in the Spring,

I feel immeasurably at peace, & find the world

To be wonderful & youthful, after all

~TS Eliot

Time for you & time for me,

& time yet for a hundred indecisions,

& for a hundred visions & revisions,

Before the taking of a toast & tea.

~TS Eliot

Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, & linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

~okakura kakuzo

its not so hard to see you smoking fags & drinking tea

~shore to shore by johnny flynn

ok, as you can probably see, my revision isnt going that well :s

ive got one on monday, & then my last one on wednesday (yay!).

would anyone like to know about FPTP, AMS & STV?

or Glaciation? Podsols?

:s

Hope everyone's having a nice week:)x

lyricals

amazingness from music + pixels!

i picked out the ones from songs i know & looove.:)

im off to revise, two exams next week :/ x

the power of words.