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The red string of fate.
“According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry each other.” It can get twisted and knotted..but it will never be broken

The red string of fate.

“According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry each other.” It can get twisted and knotted..but it will never be broken

(Source: jigai, via secondhandbones)

love this! use a Nikon at work and own a Canon & Polaroid :)

love this! use a Nikon at work and own a Canon & Polaroid :)

(Source: quiet-perfection, via secondhandbones)

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854
Written 1854


Half a league half a league, 
Half a league onward, 
All in the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred: 
‘Forward, the Light Brigade! 
Charge for the guns’ he said: 
Into the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred. 

‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’ 
Was there a man dismay’d ? 
Not tho’ the soldier knew 
Some one had blunder’d: 
Theirs not to make reply, 
Theirs not to reason why, 
Theirs but to do & die, 
Into the valley of Death 
Rode the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon in front of them 
Volley’d & thunder’d; 
Storm’d at with shot and shell, 
Boldly they rode and well, 
Into the jaws of Death, 
Into the mouth of Hell 
Rode the six hundred. 

Flash’d all their sabres bare, 
Flash’d as they turn’d in air 
Sabring the gunners there, 
Charging an army while 
All the world wonder’d: 
Plunged in the battery-smoke 
Right thro’ the line they broke; 
Cossack & Russian 
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter’d & sunder’d. 
Then they rode back, but not 
Not the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon behind them 
Volley’d and thunder’d; 
Storm’d at with shot and shell, 
While horse & hero fell, 
They that had fought so well 
Came thro’ the jaws of Death, 
Back from the mouth of Hell, 
All that was left of them, 
Left of six hundred. 

When can their glory fade? 
O the wild charge they made! 
All the world wonder’d. 
Honour the charge they made! 
Honour the Light Brigade, 
Noble six hundred!

JERSIE :)

JERSIE :)

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Polaroid of puppy.. love how these turn out!

Polaroid of puppy.. love how these turn out!

my new baby :)
(Polaroid camera)

my new baby :)

(Polaroid camera)

new puppy :)

new puppy :)

would love to run away to here right now!

would love to run away to here right now!

Truth Hurts.

Here you want the truth.. you don’t have time for the truth. Cuz you don’t have time for me. I’ve come to realize you’re either too busy for me or too good for me. Either way it’s a lose, lose situation. Cuz you have others to keep you happy, you don’t need me. I’m just a back thought, the farthest thing from your mind. I’m not your daily dose of smiles and love quotes; I’m just here when you feel you need me. Are your words true cuz I’m finding it hard to believe a thing you say. I know I just showed up when everything else was going on but I was here before all that. I promise I’m not that needy, I’d just like your time and attention for a second. I have a lot I could say but I’d rather listen to you talk, your voice sounds so sweet and innocent. But you don’t talk so innocent, you kiss him bye but can’t stand to show others that you are bi.. or you aren’t.. or you just don’t want to. I know I may sound better on paper and in your mind but I don’t want to just stay there, I want to be here with you. You say I’m more important than all of them but obviously I’m not, they have your attention and now I think they have your heart, cuz I sure don’t anymore. See you want the truth.. but the truth hurts.