Sing me a song of a lass that is gone

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Just put me back in London. I need to get to know the place again, breathe it in – feel every quiver of its beating heart.

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Even mistakes can be wonderful.
Robin Williams (via purplebuddhaproject)

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steampunktendencies:

Goetz Palace

The palace and park Goetz Okocimskich is located very close to the brewery Okocimski, founded in 1845 by a German who came to John the Evangelist Goetz (1815-1893). It was built in 1898 by his son John Albin Goetz Okocimski (1864-1931).

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razorshapes:

Matthew Pillsbury - Time Frame

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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

The arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

-Walt Whitman.

RIP my Captain.

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There's pain and it's good.