December 23, 2010
He may have mistaken the hospitable mansion for a good, old-fashioned inn, such as have faded from this earth since the last mail coach and prancing tits took their last melancholy journey to the knacker’s yard.
Lady Audley’s Secret, Mary Elizabeth Braddon pg. 119
January 10, 2010
‘We’re not going to use magic,’ Ron ejaculated loudly.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, J.K. Rowling, page 242
January 10, 2010 • 1 note
Sir, give him head
Lucentio, Act 1 Scene 2 The Taming of the Shrew, William Shakespeare
November 8, 2009
She was 16 and longing for balls.
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen