Innocence looked lovely on her.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Mr Casaubon kept his hands behind him, and allowed her pliant arm to cling with difficulty against his rigid arm.

There was something horrible to Dorothea in the sensation which this unresponsive hardness inflicted on her. That is a strong word, but not too strong; it is in these acts called trivalities that the seeds of joy are for ever wasted.

- George Eliot.

Such simple actions, yet such profound repercussions.

maybe, just maybe @ 9/26/2006 02:33:00 AM

[['***Tomorrow]]

It was just another night
With a sunset and a moonrise
Not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations

"luckyboi22: im just happy i have someone to hold onto when i sleep,let alone a girl who makes me feel so loved.i love my baby tooooooo."

[['*The Lil Conversations]]