Isn’t this dress lovely? If only I were a matron or a widow so I could wear such a shocking color…
Perhaps marrying that Russian undersecretary would be worth it after all.
The Victoria & Albert Museum
There’s a nude mural of you on my wall
It stretches and suffocates my room
You reveal yourself every day
But here I lie, in the quiet dark
Layers upon layers
A folk tale, passed down to my subconscious
I fear Light
Light is what brought you
To my knees
Wholly you leave yourself, peeling off your burnt, dead skin
Not enough for a sin to stop being committed
I go on
Your Death is a sweet gesture
Love to see this everywhere. Makes me so so happy.
In this captivating debut, the first of a trilogy, Maire Claremont takes her readers on an unforgettable journey from the wretched hell of a madhouse where dangerous women are locked away to the glittering ballrooms of high society in Victorian England.
EARGASM! David Tennant reading one of the most romantic sonnets ever.
Hurrah for Shakespeare and Mr. Tennant.
Today was a mad mad day of staring at Twitter, Facebook, rubyslipperedsisterhood.com, and RWA’s Site, rooting for all my pals and the pals I soon hope to make. Its a day of heartbreak, hope, frustration and triumph. For all who triumphed, I salute you. For all who waited for a phone call that never came… KEEP GOING. We are not defined by how we fall but by how we get up again.
In the Immortal Words of Galaxy Quest
Never Give Up Never Surrender
A candid discussion of digital publishing and one very successful author’s road to success. And plans for the future.
Keeping warm in Winter: Doing it right. So so cool
Tree sweater from @emoorganics, today in #onlyinnyc (Taken with instagram)