“It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” 

-James Joyce (he is really good at final sentences!) 

Madison, you can be so beautiful.

mtsullivan:

three canoes waiting for a dip

(Source: writingrainbow, via love-the-fool)

This makes me so sad. The ballroom of the Lee Plaza hotel.

(Source: Guardian)

And this is freakin awesome.

(Source: xavimuchado)

allfinehere:

love-the-fool:

For three glorious years, my roommates and I had a tradition of going to this little family-owned tree farm with our friends to cut down our own Christmas tree. Then we would have a big tree trimming party and we’d all make tons of handmade ornaments, string popcorn and cranberries, cut out paper snowflakes, drink peppermint schnapps + hot chocolate, watch Christmas movies and so on. I miss those traditions. A lot.

 

#some of my favorite apartment memories are from those times

AHHHH ALL THE MEMORIES HOW DO I HOLD ALL THESE FEELS. I miss those Christmases SO MUCH. baaaaah. I would also like to add this gem:

That was the part we sawed off the top of the tree so we didn’t have to pay extra money for that scraggly little thing hahaha.

 Ahhhhhhh oh my gosh! This is the best post ever….such fun times :’)

All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the two male characters in my Italian for Beginners, the ones who are always shopping or inquiring about the times of trains, and now I can hardly speak or write English.
-Billy Collins