Nicolas Boileau. Art poétique, chant 1.
For every man there is a cause for which he would proudly die for,
Defend the right to have a place for which he can belong to!
And every man will fight with his bare hands in desperation,
And shed his blood to stem the flood to barricade invasion!
by Shiro Sagisu, from the Bleach anime series
12 Fuck you, YouTube.
You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
You love not me,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love not me.
Thomas Hardy
2 
I love a man who reads.
He’s not reading, he’s just posing with a book in his hands.
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So, I was trying to text my friend to “stay strong”.
I accidentally typed “stay strog”.
And it autocorrected to “stay stroganoff”.
I just told my sad friend to remain a Russian dish of sautéed beef.
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i pressed alt + reblog button
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Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,
Withstand the winter’s storm,
And spite of wind and tide,
Grow up the meadow’s pride,
For both are strong
Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined
Insep’rably.
Henry David Thoreau
Watercolour by Henry Percy Gray
For the love of my life, Jeremy Phillippe Delay.
A love so fine,
My Valentine
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Iona is a tiny island off the southwest coast of Mull in the Inner Hebrides. It is only 1.5 miles wide by 3 miles long, with a population of around 120 permanent residents. Despite this, Iona has a special place in the heart of many people the world over. We hope that as you browse this website you will discover something new and that it will encourage you to visit the island, whether it’s for the first time or whether you are already hooked.
Iona has a long and illustrious history and is well known as being ‘The cradle of Christianity’ in Scotland. While that is without doubt one of the main reasons that a reported 130,000 visitors come to Iona each year, there is much more to the island than that. It is striking to remark that despite the numbers of visitors to the island, the pervading feeling that people leave with is one of peace and restoration.
Isle of Iona 56.3333°N, 6.4167°W
Gaelic: Ì Chaluim Chille
Area: 877 hectares (3.4 sq mi)
Population: 125 (2001)
Main Settlement: Baile Mór
Island group: Mull
The Book of Kells, briefly and roughly
Irish : Leabhar Cheanannais
9th century gospel manuscript
The book
—> 340 folios
—> 4 volumes (since 1953)
—> iron gall ink on calf vellum
—> New Testament
—> Vulgate
The art
—> Insular illumination
—> Western calligraphy
—> Christian iconography + Celtic elements
The history
—> Scriptorium of St. Colum Cille, island of Iona
—> Year 806: viking raids force the monks to take refuge in Kells, County Meath
Nowadays
It’s a misty old world,and we are only in it for a short, sharp while…
Thumbbook (source) and systemKT08 (translation)
