Know your own happiness. Want for nothing but patience - or give it a more fascinating name. Call it hope.
I really love the vinyl set up in this room - including their massive record collection and the beautiful turntable. I can just see myself curled up next to the fireplace with a cup of tea and book by Jane Austen, listening to a little bit of the Black Keys. Um, yes please.
Photo via desire to inspire. As seen on the Miss Moss blog.
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 and a half years ago. Dare not say that a 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.
Writer & City Girl. Seeking out adventures in the everyday and trying to live out Romans 12 the best I can.
