This is all reblogs, so the cred here goes out to the hipsters who I reblog.
I disappeared off the place of the tumblr planet temporarily but I guess I'm back.
Sorry.

euphoricingenue:

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs,The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,The traces of the smallest spider’s web,The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams,Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash of film;Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,Not half so big as a round little wormPricked from the lazy finger of a maid:Her chariot is an empty hazelnutMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.And in this state she gallops night by night.
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