February 2011
87 posts
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And...
– St. Augustine. (Submitted by Palabrass)
She'll make you take your clothes off and go...
What was she like? Snow, cream, marble, cherries, alabaster, golden wire? None...
– Orlando by Virginia Woolf, 1928. (via quote-book)
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