Hello there; CourtneyJane, family friends :D.
People watching, a good cup of tea, a long chat about why the sky is blue and if we really are fluff in a giants pocket.
Dr who, star trek voyager! is in need of a sonic scewdriver!
Colour, pattern, texture, design!
rainbow hair, HATS! the 20's! Burlesque, kitsch and a dab or red lipstick!
I physically can’t cope! I need help but how can you turn around and say it when everyone thinks your ‘sunshine’ when really your dieing to scream… ‘i’m so fucked up, HELP!’
- Caroline Bingley: Miss Elizabeth, let us take a turn about the room. It's refreshing, is it not after sitting so long in one attitude?
- Elizabeth Bennet: And it is a small kind of accomplishment, I suppose.
- Caroline Bingley: Will you not join us, Mr. Darcy?
- Mr. Darcy: You can only have two motives, Caroline and I would interfere with either.
- Caroline Bingley: What can he mean?
- Elizabeth Bennet: Our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask him nothing about it.
- Caroline Bingley: But Do tell us, Mr. Darcy.
- Mr. Darcy: Either you are in each other's confidence and have secret affairs to discuss, or you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage by walking. If the first, I should get in your way. If the second, I can admire you much better from here.
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
—Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice (via hellofayci)
