He seemed to be about four or five and twenty, was rather tall, had a pleasing countenance, a very intelligent and lively eye, and, if not quite handsome, was very near it. His address was good, and Catherine felt herself in high luck.
I want hair as black as my soul but I also want hair like Amy Pond’s hair but I also want hair the color of sunlight but I also want to be brunette but I also want streaks of blue through my normal shade of brown but I also want ringlets but I also want straight hair but I also want waves but I also want tightly coiled frizzy hair but I also want it down to my waist but I also want a pixie cut do you see my dilemma.
I FEEL THAT FEEL DEEP IN MY SOUL MAN
son I think you are ready for the talk *opens harry potter and the philosopher stone book*
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
when you start watching a new show and immediately get attached to a character
do you ever just accidentally dedicate your entire life to a band
HELL YES i’ve managed to reblog everything without a dw spam (trust me, it was hard) now off to bed