London (by Mark Littlejohn)
Westminster Abbey, Apse from Choir, by Frederick H. Evans 1911
Amelie has no boyfriend. She’s tried once or twice, but the results were a let down. Instead, she cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking creme brulee with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s canal. — —Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Le Fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain
I actually finished these last week, but forgot to share: London #travel journals!
“Eccleston was a tiger and Tennant was, well, Tigger. Smith is an uncoordinated housecat who pretends that he meant to do that after falling off a piece of furniture.” — Steven Moffat
I think we all know who that makes Capaldi.
I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight. — Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell (via ahhhmayzing)