I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers.
I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.
I write of youth, of love, and have access
By these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing
The Court of Mab, and of the Fairy King.
I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall)
Of heaven, and hope to have it after all.

  1. youmakeme-laugh:



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  2. falsehate:

When my hair grows.

    falsehate:

    When my hair grows.

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  5. theniftyfifties:

A Playboy Playmate fixes her hair, 1950s.

    theniftyfifties:

    A Playboy Playmate fixes her hair, 1950s.

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  6. sydneyflapper:

silentcuriosity:

Agnes Ayers 1925

I’m not the greatest Ayers fan, but I have to say this is one of the loveliest photos I’ve seen of her. I hadn’t realised she had such a striking profile.

    sydneyflapper:

    silentcuriosity:

    Agnes Ayers 1925

    I’m not the greatest Ayers fan, but I have to say this is one of the loveliest photos I’ve seen of her. I hadn’t realised she had such a striking profile.

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