It happened. There’s no avoiding it. No forgetting.– Melinda Sordino, Speak (via deardiamond)
Mitch's cigarette case
myclumsiestdear: “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with...
All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening– Alexander Woollcott (via s-candal0us)