Tuesday 6 April 2010
Tuesday 23 March 2010
Monday 15 March 2010
Sunday 21 February 2010
Saturday 13 February 2010
Pretty Tattoos...
My best friend (knowing how much I want a tattoo) got me a tattoo voucher for Christmas, I've been holding off because once I get one i cant give blood for a year and I'm still debating what I want, but these pretty tattoos are making me yearn for one asap!
I want one soooon.
all images via weheartit.com, if you know the source let me know!
I want one soooon.
all images via weheartit.com, if you know the source let me know!
Friday 12 February 2010
Friday 13 November 2009
Bright Star
I am currently at work and very bored and unmotivated. Because I work in at an accountants.
Sooooooo I thought I would blog about something I'm rather excited about, Bright Star. I saw this still and even before I knew what the film was about I wanted to see it. Then I saw the trailer and thought I *have* to see this film. It looks so dreamy and magical. Oh and it's about Keats so it also has some lovely poetry and a love story every girl dreams of. Well, I would love to sit in a lavender field in a pretty dress reading poetry written for me by the cute boy next door, but that could just be me...
Sooooooo I thought I would blog about something I'm rather excited about, Bright Star. I saw this still and even before I knew what the film was about I wanted to see it. Then I saw the trailer and thought I *have* to see this film. It looks so dreamy and magical. Oh and it's about Keats so it also has some lovely poetry and a love story every girl dreams of. Well, I would love to sit in a lavender field in a pretty dress reading poetry written for me by the cute boy next door, but that could just be me...
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
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