so this is a catch up post.
moving house, it is rather odd, makes you tired for no apparent reason because packing books into boxes really isnt that strenuous. goodness.
(picture from the met,pre-sunburn of the centuary)
moving house, it is rather odd, makes you tired for no apparent reason because packing books into boxes really isnt that strenuous. goodness.
(picture from the met,pre-sunburn of the centuary)
... anddd happy birthday to my ballerina friend/ person who doesnt like my hair colour. i love you despite you not liking my hair colour :)
and finally. i would love love love to go on a roadtrip with my bestfriend* hint?
“ there was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot
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