And I also took an artsy photo with all the colours I used. (My black pencil is only just longer than it looks here… I need some new ones!)
Went to see Frozen and got all inspired by how pretty it is. (Go and see it.)
Coloured pencil on rough brown paper.
Yes, I’m nowhere near 50 books and we’ve only a few weeks until the end of the year. My excuse is my degree. I’m not reading books for pleasure because there just isn’t time! Anyway, allons-y!
I think I missed a good thing by not reading this book when I was in my teens. It’s completely relatable to girls of that age. It’s full of awkward pauses, of misunderstandings, of budding seuaxlity. I enjoyed the language - it’s beautifully written - but I wish I’d discovered it sooner. It’ll never quite have the same hold on me that Jane Eyre will, for example.
“‘If I were a painter I believe I’d always paint windows.’ […] Close to the swinging signboard with its crossed golden keys there was a diamond-paned lattice open, showing dark red curtains and a little sprigged jug and basin, with the brass knob and black rail of an iron bedstead beneath. It was wonderfully paintable.”
”[…] I did have a feeling that a person as wretched as I was ought to be able to get some sort of help from the Church. Then I told myself that as I never gave the Church a thought when I was happy, I could hardly expect it to do anything for me when I wasn’t. You can’t get insurance money without paying in premiums.”
"I opened my eyes and was back in a beautiful, chilly, stuffy church that didn’t seem to care whether I lived or died."
"For no reason at all I grinned at myself. Then I began to think: ‘Who am I? Who am I?’ Whenever I do that I feel one good push would shove me over the edge of lunacy; so I turned away from the glass[…]"
I want Capaldi’s Doctor to be grumpy and sarcastic, but in a darker way than Nine.
I want him to believe that he’s all grown up, and that he doesn’t need a companion any more, now that he’s got a mission.
I want Osgood as the next companion, complete with specs, inhaler, and nostalgic scarf.
I want her to do the bravest thing she’s ever done and break into the TARDIS.
I want the TARDIS to let her in, because Sexy knows that Twelve needs company, no matter what he says.
I want Osgood and Twelve to become friends gradually.
I want her to begin not as a companion, but as a stowaway.
Let’s play: How many seconds of this song can the Supernatural fandom listen to without becoming overly emotional.
Everyone should watch this, it’s beautiful!
Okay can someone tell me why everyone doesn’t eat cereal all the time? I mean, cereal.
Crunchy sugary sweet and crispy cereal.