They’d done it for love, because that was the effect love had on you. It snuck up on you, it grabbed hold of you before you knew it, and then there was nothing you could do. Once you were in it- in love- you would be swept away, regardless. Or so the books had it.
The saints cannot distinguish
between being with other people and being
alone: another good reason for becoming one.
They live in trees and eat air.
Staring past or through us, they see
things which we would call not there.
We on the contrary see them.
They smell of old fur coats
stored for a long time in the attic.
When they move they ripple.
Two of them passed here yesterday,
filled and vacated and filled
by the wind, like drained pillows
blowing across a derelict lot,
their twisted and scorched feet
not touching the ground,
their feathers catching in thistles.
What they touched emptied of colour.
Whether they are dead or not
is a moot point.
Shreds of they litter history,
a hand here, a bone there:
is it suffering or goodness
that makes them holy,
or can anyone tell the difference?
Though they pray, they do not pray
for us. Prayers peel off them
like burned skin healing.
Once they tried to save something,
others or their own souls.
Now they seem to have no use,
like the colours on blind fish.
Nevertheless they are sacred.
They drift through the atmosphere,
their blue eyes sucked dry
by the ordeal of seeing,exuding gaps in the landscape as water
exudes mist. They blink
and reality shivers.
I JUST SPAT ALL OVER MY SCREEN OH MY GOD
someone make a full fledged fanart of this immediately
History Meme| 1/6 Women: Eleanor of Aquitaine
Eleanor was the elder daughter of William, tenth Duke of Aquitaine. The exact date of her birth is unknown, but she was raised in one of Europe’s most cultured courts and given an excellent education. She later became an important patron of poets and writers.
The death of Eleanor’s only brother, and of her father in 1137, left her with a vast inheritance. At just 15-years-old, she had suddenly become the most eligible heiress in Europe. That same year she married Louis, heir to Louis VI of France, who shortly afterwards became king as Louis VII. The couple had two daughters.
In 1147, Eleanor accompanied her husband on the Second Crusade, travelling to Constantinople and Jerusalem. The Crusade was a failure and relations between Eleanor and her husband, already poor, deteriorated even further. Eleanor’s failure to produce a son contributed considerably to this tension, and in 1152 they were divorced.
Two months later Eleanor married Henry of Anjou, who in 1154 became king of England. The couple had five sons and three daughters. For nearly two decades, Eleanor played an active part in the running of Henry’s empire, travelling backwards and forwards between their territories in England and France.
She died on 31 March 1204 and was buried in the abbey church at Fontevrault next to Henry II. (x)
Why the fuck doesn’t this say that she led REBELLIONS against Henry of Anjou? She didn’t travel as an ambassador to France. She plotted with her ex husband to overthrow her husband and place her sons on the throne. C’MON.
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Me: I have insomnia
Friend: My sleep and awake times are heavily controlled by medication.
What the fucking fuck? Christ my life is just one fucking shit show after another sometimes.
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