Intricate, yet simple colours and words.
December 2011
That awkward moment when it's silent in class and your stomach decides to make a dying walrus sound. →
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And everyone turns around like
“What was that?”
“The sun,—the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man—burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”
—Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist (via bookmania)
