Donna Noble is the fucking Ginger Queen → Look at these fucking companions
(via lastofthetimeladies)
But, in a word to say how I like thee,
For place, for grace, and for sweet company,
Oxford is Heaven, if heaven on earth there be.
—John Davies (1565-1618 (via fuckyeahoxford)
(via nicoleandoxford)
Oxford is not, has never been, and will never been a place. She is an idea. She is a spirit. She is ingenuity. She is that epiphany that one has when writing a literature paper or working on a calculus problem. She is the feeling of connection with human beings who have lived 800 years before oneself. She is that moment one wakes up in the morning from a dream before sunrise, still sleepy enough to contemplate the Universe with a completely open mind. She is the unquenchability of eternal human thirst for knowledge, the crux of human achievement and dignity.
—Dani (via thesometimeswarrior)
Old rail poster of Oxford.
Happy Friday. Here’s a history of the Drug War.
I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.
—Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via hurryuppleaseitstime)
(Source: maloriebrooke)
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby (via fate-my-friend)
“She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.” Adore this brooch featuring a quotation from Louisa May Alcott’s Work: A Story of Experience.
(Source: crissynotkristybitches)
