WHY AM I WATCHING MERLIN AND NOT DOING MY WORK

I can’t tell you how hard it is, at times, to do work in your own room. It’s seriously like there’s some sort of faerie spell placed on it. Every time I come in here, all I want to do is sleep for a hundred years and not worry about anything.

"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you
upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance
upon the mountains like a flame."
William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire (via pluuie)
(Anyone know what this is called…or where her lower half is? I found this on Tumblr but can’t seem to find out the rest.)

(Anyone know what this is called…or where her lower half is? I found this on Tumblr but can’t seem to find out the rest.)