October 21st, 2011 around 10:00am
fairytales are true
April 3rd, 2013 around 11:29pm
She’s perfection itself. I’ve never loved any but her. ~ Persuasion (2007)
She’s perfection itself. I’ve never loved any but her. ~ Persuasion (2007)
(Source: cresmix)
January 8th, 2013 around 5:35pm
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.”
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.”
(Source: ilovehiddles)
December 3rd, 2012 around 1:12am
Anne Elliot&Captain Wentworth
Persuasion (2007)
Anne Elliot&Captain Wentworth
Persuasion (2007)
June 30th, 2012 around 12:57am
We are acquainted.
We are acquainted.
that awkward moment when you have fictional characters talking inside your head but only in little snippets about their daily lives so you can’t possibly make a story out of it because it’s just all like, “Today, Captain Wentworth and I had tea and crumpet for breakfast. It was quite delicious, as breakfasts go. But I was really craving a taste of Captain Wentworth. Of course Mary and Charles were there so that wouldn’t have been proper or appropriate. We are never having breakfast with my family again.”
at least I amuse myself - if nothing else.
October 7th, 2011 around 9:08pm
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September 4th, 2011 around 4:57pm
Mary, very much gratified by this attention, was delighted to receive him, while a thousand feelings rushed on Anne, of which this was the most consoling, that it would soon be over. And it was soon over. In two minutes after Charles’s preparation, the others appeared; they were in the drawing-room. Her eye half met Captain Wentworth’s, a bow, a curtsey passed; she heard his voice; he talked to Mary, said all that was right, said something to the Miss Musgroves, enough to mark an easy footing; the room seemed full, full of persons and voices, but a few minutes ended it…”It is over! it is over!” she repeated to herself again and again, in nervous gratitude. “The worst is over!”
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