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Sara, 29, Los Angeles.

This used to have more random fashion and stuff but now it's mostly a fannish blog tbh. Heavy on One Direction (because Niall Horan), with sporadic feelings about Community, Rihanna, fashion, Parks & Rec, the 1920s, fine-ass ladies, F. Scott Fitzgerald, the left coast remains of bandom, and all things Joss Whedon eternally. Still mourning Dan/Blair. Say hello if you like. I only bite because I like the way it feels.

January 30, 2012

How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animals—had all
one fine day gone under?

I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city —

white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting
under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe
what really happened is

this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of

where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name
and drowned it.

— Eavan Boland, Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet (via yesyes)

(via tender)

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