Tea, Toast, Theatre and...

Theatre geek, knee-sock-wearer, aesthetics fan, bookish, owner of ambiguous accent, daydreamer, Northern in most things.

2 days ago

It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room. Dalai Lama

He supposed many men meant no more than that when they said they were in love - not a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colours into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicole had been. Certain thoughts about Nicole, that she should die, sink into mental darkness, love another man, made him physically sick. Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald

This woman

This woman

4 days ago