A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy of Endless Possibility
June 2010
That's it
I’m going to bed for real now.
Play
‘Just the place to bury a crock of gold,’ said Sebastian. ‘I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I was old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.’
Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
(via hazeltons)
And here I am
On tumblr. Wow. Never thought I’d see the day.
I have Trolololo stuck in my head.
