December 2010
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“… because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and...”
– “Wuthering Heights”, Emily Bronte (via thejumblies)
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I wish I could turn my latest dream into a movie.
I wish I could turn my latest dream into a movie.
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rosettes:
Mandy Moore & Zachary Levi - I See...
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rosettes:
Mandy Moore & Zachary Levi - I See...
This is so weird.
This is so weird.
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“You must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin,...”
– Dead Poets Society (via misswallflower)
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I should eat a lot of sweets.
I should eat a lot of sweets.
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theclotheshorse:
On a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them,
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay...
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theclotheshorse:
On a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them,
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay...
