What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
John Keats Ode on a Grecian Urn
C.S. Lewis (via saras-scrapbook)
"I mean, if you’re always striving for success, you end up with something like America, and nobody wants to be like America, really."
from Londoners by Craig Taylor (via vanian)