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)
“Hey, babe? … Babe?”
This is usually how I know Erin is awake. She wakes up with a question, something I need to weigh in on. It is often urgent, plaintive, and it typically hovers around this theme: “Will I die?”
You might think this a rather philosophical start to the day, an attempt to question one’s own mortality, the hard but honest truth being Yes, you will die; everyone will die eventually. But the question here is not, “Will I die eventually,” but, “Will I die right now?” I’ve found that the truth here—No, you will not—offers little comfort, so I usually just hold her hand through the rest of her concerns: “I feel like I’m dying. My legs aren’t working. I don’t think I can get out of bed. This kitty needs me to stay here. Don’t laugh when I’m being serious.”
Mornings are hard on some of us. — The Grammar of Love
I’m in the middle of remodeling a house in preparation for moving in. It’s huge and overwhelming and I have one room out of seven livable so far, but I moved this piece of furniture in today and set up this print a friend gave me. Figured it was a good reminder. :)