Feethetree - Life As A Tree

I finally heard the voice of my love

F. Scott Fitzgerald reads Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale,” one of the few sound recordings of the author’s voice.  He is reciting from memory, and, towards the end, strays significantly from the original text.

This describes my life right now

His saxophone... I want it...

It’s a strange world of language in which skating on thin ice can get you into hot water.

Franklin P. Jones (via victoriousvocabulary)

Plum sake with lunch! Yum!

Just got this at the bookstore, and is next on my book list. I can't wait to read it!!! 

Now You Know (Source)