Aspires to do nothing more than read and write and surround herself with pretty things. Likes carousels, Miu Miu, unicorns, weeping willow trees, pearls and lace, Tennyson, old films, dresses that look like cake, fairytales, coffee with cream, rosewater, Glen Keane, dark chocolate, macarons, Howard Ashman, Alan Menken, shoes, ballet pink, frosting, Russia, rain, horses, England, wanderlust, J.W. Waterhouse, mermaids, words, long hair, vintage, whale songs, snow, dreams, fairy lights, sleep, quirky laughs, skeletons, roses, Disney Princesses, ballerinas, books, and Humphrey Bogart.Tumblr (3.0; @readtowrite)http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/<a href="http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/17735366661/i-married-the-piano-player-because-i-deserved-to">How about a kiss, Saumensch?: I married the piano player because I deserved to. I deserved his music...</a>: <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/17735366661/i-married-the-piano-player-because-i-deserved-to" target="_blank">readtowrite</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>I married the piano player because I deserved to. I deserved his music more than I deserved anything in my life. I fell in love with the piano player because he didn’t know words and I couldn’t make music. I moved in with the piano player because there was nothing better than Tchaikovsky at two in the morning or Rachmaninoff at the height of the afternoon. I dated the piano player because of the fantastical visions I had of myself reading atop his piano as he played the keys. He would strike the keys and then use those fingers to write songs along my skin, the notes he conducted drifting off my back or calf and playing in the air. I kissed the piano player so that I could communicate with him without words and he could communicate with me without music. I wanted the piano player because he was a quiet boy with a drum in his heart and an orchestra for a soul. I saw the piano player and knew that nothing would ever be the same again.</p> </blockquote>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/34514546304http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/34514546304Sun, 28 Oct 2012 16:23:22 -0500fin<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbt6tsvEMe1r7psj7o1_500.png"/><br/><br/><p>Find me <a href="http://www.readtowrite.tumblr.com" target="_blank">here</a>.</p>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/33472002637http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/33472002637Fri, 12 Oct 2012 22:10:00 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_magp4tuX5c1qi0cijo1_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_magp4tuX5c1qi0cijo2_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://byelittlelady.tumblr.com/post/31686086596" target="_blank">byelittlelady</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>my life is complete</p> </blockquote>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31708656376http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31708656376Sun, 16 Sep 2012 22:05:27 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwga2exyQ1qzpv2go1_500.png"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31494252199http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31494252199Thu, 13 Sep 2012 19:51:56 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzm63sEdd51qhgzogo1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141362610http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141362610Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:49 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqf4rjDN6h1qktbl7o1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141355868http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141355868Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:42 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz4hfuCYXl1r5c5teo1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141348576http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141348576Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:36 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltufuneF2t1r115hxo1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141333883http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141333883Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:22 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lju3ib4DnM1qikel5o1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141329169http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141329169Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:18 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m89cztPoZA1qe0tgxo1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141320347http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141320347Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:10 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsptqs58hv1qawoylo1_r2_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141316235http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141316235Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:06 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln2y2jX74n1qd47aao1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141310343http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141310343Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:28:00 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkc2dcaXUw1qclxeko1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141288975http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31141288975Sat, 08 Sep 2012 14:27:41 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loo5myOVBb1qa4w2fo1_400.gif"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31090842129http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31090842129Fri, 07 Sep 2012 20:02:27 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9puw4QC5X1rnzp88o1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><blockquote> <p><em>Kisses from the daughters of the last autocratic ruler of the Russian Empire.</em></p> </blockquote>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31090838941http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31090838941Fri, 07 Sep 2012 20:02:24 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsjlxlND3M1qg0frzo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://yseult.tumblr.com/post/11019611756" target="_blank">yseult</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>18th century poesy ring.</p> <p>Inscription reads: <em>Many are the stars I see but in my eye no star like thee.</em></p> </blockquote>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31090834210http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31090834210Fri, 07 Sep 2012 20:02:20 -0500“At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It’s likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn’t matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.”<br/><br/> - <em>Markus Zusak, <em>The Book Thief</em> (via <a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">readtowrite</a>)</em>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31062990811http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31062990811Fri, 07 Sep 2012 12:00:27 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9waphLa2D1qbc0rko1_500.png"/><br/><br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31000522002http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/31000522002Thu, 06 Sep 2012 11:56:53 -0500<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8m1ipFD401qaxnilo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><blockquote><em>Group Portrait in Forest</em> by <a href="http://www.helenablomqvist.com" target="_blank">Helena Blomqvist</a>, 2011</blockquote></p>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/30938992823http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/30938992823Wed, 05 Sep 2012 12:00:24 -0500<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9p9ybDv2K1qmw43io1_500.png"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9p9ybDv2K1qmw43io2_500.gif"/><br/> <br/>http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/30892679090http://readtowrite.tumblr.com/post/30892679090Tue, 04 Sep 2012 17:13:15 -0500