A blog of words, music, and beautiful things, few of them mine.
(There is a disease which consists in loving words too much. Logophilia first manifests itself in childhood and is, alas, incurable.
~ Thursday, January 19 ~
Beyond gorgeous. If I could tattoo anything on myself without a thought to employment-related repercussions, it would be something just like this.
Maybe one day I’ll do it anyway.