A Space of Flowers

“No time hath she to sport and play:
A charmèd web she weaves alway.
A curse is on her, if she stay
Her weaving, either night or day,
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
Therefore she weaveth steadily,
Therefore no other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott…”
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1832


spazzticeccentrics:

I had a dream that you were my room-mate and were reprimanding me for not waking up to go to church or doing my laundry... Apparently my subconscious has decided you are going to be the little angel on my shoulder :)

I miss you! <3

  1. shalott posted this