niedziela, 26 października 2014

perfect autumn.













so many pictures!
but i just couldn't help taking them. 
saturday evenings are just so perfect, especially these during autumn.
i just cannot understand how it is possible that some people are able not to like this season.
to me, it's simply perfect.
freezy mornings, chilly evenings, colourful leaves and trees and of course, i can keep enumerating.
but what about you? do you like this part of a year?

wtorek, 7 października 2014

sobota, 4 października 2014

autumn!








autumn is already here! colourful leaves are everywhere, it's chilly and rain visits us more often! i'm completely excited! my favourite season is approaching and i can't stop thinking about it. 
 it's time for for reading books during long evenings with a mug of hot caramel tea and wearing warm sweather!
yes, simply perfect! 

wtorek, 30 września 2014

Anne Brontë "The tenant of Wildfell Hall"




“Beauty is that quality which, next to money, is generally the most attractive to the worst kinds of men; and, therefore, it is likely to entail a great deal of trouble on the possessor.”


“There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.” 



“I do wish he would sometimes be serious. I cannot get him to write or speak in real, solid earnest. I don't much mind it now, but if it be always so, what shall I do with the serious part of myself?


“Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.”


“You prefer her faults to other people’s perfection.”


honestly, one of the best books i've ever read!


czwartek, 25 września 2014

what i am currently reading..






“His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.” 

- Anne Brontë "The tenant of Wildfell Hall"