I saw An American Haunting about one week ago and I felt this stronge urge to do some icons since the story very much fascinated me. And I totally loved the relationship between Betsy Bell and Richard Powell - such a nice pairing.
Comments would be very lovely and credit if you can. That's it, now to the icons.
Cut down on my writing. Put fifty vintage images a month into my savings account. Keep my literature clean. Backup my titanic regularly. Connect with my inner internet. Take evening classes in romance.
Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris. The art, the fashion, the wine, the men! Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park... You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.
Among your friends and peers, you are undeniably the trendsetter. Your fashion choices always garner a second glance, and your ability to see beyond the norm keeps you a step ahead. You value your appearance and are always in the know. You never stopped loving the ’80s, and skinny jeans and leggings are must-haves for you.
Hey. So you thought I was dead, no, not yet :) Here I am happy to present my another youtube video. I so wish it to be secret and viewed only in the midnight.
There are all kind of good poems out there. The poem (by Anne Bronte 1820-1849) in the beginning looks fully something like this:
PAST DAYS.
'TIS strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the heart, And frequent smiles unbidden came, And tears of grief would only flow In sympathy for others' woe;
When speech expressed the inward thought, And heart to kindred heart was bare, And Summer days were far too short For all the pleasures crowded there, And silence, solitude, and rest, Now welcome to the weary breast–
[Page 112]
Were all unprized, uncourted then– And all the joy one spirit showed, The other deeply felt again; And friendship like a river flowed, Constant and strong its silent course, For nought withstood its gentle force:
When night, the holy time of peace, Was dreaded as the parting hour; When speech and mirth at once must cease, And Silence must resume her power; Though ever free from pains and woes, She only brought us calm repose.
And when the blessed dawn again Brought daylight to the blushing skies, We woke, and not reluctant then, To joyless labour did we rise; But full of hope, and glad and gay, We welcomed the returning day.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small}
jeannedark's journal
exhausted
restless
cold
busy
