When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When You Are Old, W.B. Yeats (via sixtypercentunicorns)
#this is another poem about maud btw #yeats just rolled in his grave #always maud. #also he proposed to a lesbian once #also maud’s daughter #gotta love yeats
Hannah I totally freaked out when I saw this all holy shit I don’t know anything about yeats fuck fuck fuck WAIT I ALREADY SAT THE EXAM 
Look I dressed my sketchpad up as a dirty French novel/The Yellow Book.
Taking Art/Culture History Fangirling to whole new levels.
It is yellow paper I swear, just the lighting is really shitty in here
Oh my god do you know what this means?
Do you know what having done the Lit exam actually means?
I never have to sit though another lesson of someone asking what Dandyism/Aestheticism/Romanticism/Fin de Siecle is/means.
Also History yesterday on a scale of one to ten was probably a seven-point-five but the point is WE GOT A QUESTION ON TROTSKY, or more a trick question on Trotsky, that was in reality asking about the Whites in the Civil War but SHHH TROTSKY.
And then last night it was just DORIAN DORIAN DORIAN SHIT WHOOPS I DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT YEATS but it was ok because Hannah and I spent about two hours today playing quote pong/arguing about dorian and harry/laughing-slash-complaining about Yeats being a predictable twat (OH MAUDE MAUDE, MAUDE I AM GETTING OLD, MAUDE IRELAND IS IN TROUBLE, MAUDE I AM CONFUSED IN MYSELF, MAUDE WHY WONT YOU LOVE ME)/and The Portrait of Dorian 
And then we did the exam and it was fine. A nine, I’d say.
Oh by the way the Art Exam invigilator legit looks like Van Gogh could not make this shit up it’s really distracting etc. etc.
Tonight I am going to watch the Barnes/Firth Dorian Gray because.
The end.
How to write a History Essay the Day Before it is Due without the Question or the Sources and with only a Shitty Half-Arsed plan written over Two Weeks Ago Without Really Trying.
The Minister's Daughter Is In Love With The Snake.
My Other Blog Has Been Outlawed
You Knew It Was Coming
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Sophie Likes;
Washing off the face paint after a long day of being Adam Ant
Wondering sometimes about Sound and Vision
Not bothering to wear a shirt 'cause you're Iggy-fucking-Pop
Watching V for Vendetta and getting distracted by V's art collection.
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#Anecdotes #Thoughts #Educashun #Tales From The Clampdown #Pictures What I Done #Me #Ma Famille #Belle Amis
