Favourite things: Hot chocolate
One of my favorite pictures! I just love winter nights… books… seeing people in sweaters…that blueish glow you can see through windows… this picture is just so perfect! All it needs is Christmas decorations all over the place! ♥
Being one of the wealthiest districts, District 4 tends to produce Career Tributes, who volunteer to participate in the Hunger Games.
Walt Disney Pictures presents… can you recognize the movie from this?
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
SO I have recently reached 700 followers and decided to host a little giveaway for you guys because I love you all :D
- You have to be following me;
- Reblog as many times as you want;
- I will ship anywhere but Pluto;
- The Winner shall receive the three books in the Gemma Doyle trilogy, shown on the picture;
- Giveaway ends on my birthday, January 5th 2014, 11.59 pm GMT;
- The winner shall be determined then by a random number generator and must have their ask box open so I could contact them;
- They will have to be cool with giving me their address and will have until January 6th 2014 11.59 pm GMT to respond.
- If you’ve got any questions, ask away! Good luck everybody!
Three free books guys ;)
A fanmix for the Shire and the Shire-folk, for green hills and the taste of strawberries and above all, peace. Featuring the music of Pirates of the Caribbean, Stardust & Harry Potter. Listen here.
Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest 14-year-old inventors in the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew there was always something. Something she could fashion into nearly any advice, for nearly every ocassion.
Books I love: The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing to sit down on or eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."