December 2011
November 2011
I feel so sorry for those in my generation who refuse to pick up a book. They are truly missing out on a feeling like no other. I’ve never felt more right with the world than when I read that final word on the last page of a wonderful novel. It’s like coming home from a long trip.
Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford And Sons
“Rose, you’re no picnic, all right? You’re a spoiled little brat, even, but under...”
– Titanic
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I adore this movie.
Rose: Men don't want the bloom rubbed off.
Esther: Personally I think I have too much bloom.
