Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (via jessicachu) (via sailingonthesea) (via unicornology)
My life is full of Alice today.
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The Walrus and The Carpenter by Lewis Carroll
This is one of my favorite poems. Just this brings me back to my childhood and teenage years. It’s no secret that I love Alice and Lewis Carroll. Far from being childrens books, they were the first works of fantasy I every really loved. This came to mind today because of a simple phrase, sealing wax, but while re-reading it I remembered Alice’s struggle to define the sympathetic character: the Walrus regrets eating the oysters and cries, but only because there are now no more left for him to eat. Isn’t that the way we all work sometimes?
Press Your Girl’s Buttons In The Geekini
I want this. Badly. If only it wasn’t just a concept…