"... Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. -William Shakespeare; Twelfth Night

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I'm Sarah, a nineteen year old Brisbane based student and literature enthusiast. My interests include a wide variety of music, poetry, and art. Add to that, a smear of inspiration, copious amounts of bad television, owls, cats, and you get the general gist of my chaotic mind.


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2013 Reading Challenge

2013 Reading Challenge
Sarah has read 7 books toward her goal of 100 books.
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She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Haruki Murakami  (via langleav)

(Source: langleav.com)

ambassador-of-anguish:

shouldertappingghosts:

If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.

This is perfect.

thegrlnxtdoorandhergingerfriend:

My AP euro teacher wouldn’t let our class watch Les Mis so we barricaded the door and screamed “VIVE LA REVOLUCIÓN” when he tried to get in.

thegrlnxtdoorandhergingerfriend:

My AP euro teacher wouldn’t let our class watch Les Mis so we barricaded the door and screamed “VIVE LA REVOLUCIÓN” when he tried to get in.

fuckyeahtattoos:

HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,    And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.Done by Nero Ink in Milan, ItalyMy father draw it, so that I can keep him always with me

fuckyeahtattoos:

HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.

Done by Nero Ink in Milan, Italy
My father draw it, so that I can keep him always with me