When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you’ll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind…
Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dungeons for the overbold. The realm of fairy-story is wide and deep and high and filled with many things: all manner of beasts and birds are found there; shoreless seas and stars uncounted; beauty that is an enchantment, and an ever-present peril; both joy and sorrow as sharp as swords. In that realm a man may, perhaps, count himself fortunate to have wandered, but its very richness and strangeness tie the tongue of a traveller who would report them. And while he is there it is dangerous for him to ask too many questions, lest the gates should be shut and the keys be lost.
I'm Elena, Sherlockian, Whovian, Book Worm, Idealist, Optimist and a proud Tolkien obsessed, I also like Impressionism and Pre-Raphaelites very much. Feel free to ask me whatever you want!. Welcome to this little piece of my life.
I AM █ █ █ █ LOCKED
❒ TAKEN ❒ SINGLE ✔ I don't care, give me Sherlock series 3 RIGHT NOW!
None of the gifs I use are mine, unless stated otherwise!
I'm Elena, Sherlockian, Whovian, Book Worm, Idealist, Optimist and a proud Tolkien obsessed, I also like Impressionism and Pre-Raphaelites very much. Feel free to ask me whatever you want!. Welcome to this little piece of my life.
I AM █ █ █ █ LOCKED
❒ TAKEN ❒ SINGLE ✔ I don't care, give me Sherlock series 3 RIGHT NOW!
None of the gifs I use are mine, unless stated otherwise!
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