February 2012
158 posts
Tea, biscuits and the comedy channel with the mumma fi.
“I love my murderer. But yours? How can I?”
– Wuthering HeightsÂ
Nothing can come of nothing ~ King Lear
Anonymous asked: precious moment?
Returning, I had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed. All the colder and darker in the visionary hollow than in reality: and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom.
~Jane Eyre
They called me mad, so I called them mad, but damn them they outvoted me.
Anonymous asked: This is quite a strange question, but what would youre dying words be? xo
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to pluck at.
~Othello
A living doll, everywhere you look It can sew, it can cook It can talk, talk, talk.
~The ApplicantÂ
