*goes a few hours without internet access* wow i’m so healthy and wild i could live in the woods
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe. And … he’s wonderful.
I was standing outside in the snow, and I didn’t have a coat. But I wasn’t cold. Because all I kept thinking was, ‘He’s going to propose. He’s going to propose!’
I just did a very bad (good) thing at the used bookstore. Don’t tell my husband.
I Could Dream Of Paris by unterihremkissen on Flickr.