cigarettenonsmokingtrish:

Sabrina, 1954

I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.”  What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION.  “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.

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bookmania:

White eclectic rustic vintage classic modern living room; ceiling-to-floor shelving and art. Pretty cool. © Sidney Morning Herald

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avonleavignettes:

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music. 

Perhaps… perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

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booksandnerds:

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midnight-owlie:

rainbowsonmars:

#everything you need to know about sherlock in one gifset

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allkindsofcool:

Cary Grant