pure jollity.
My name is Sofie`. I enjoy many things. Amongst the vast list, here are a few: art, reading, writing, autumn, spring. I embrace change. The Lord is my most lovely Shepherd, my gentle warrior. I love delicacy. I love laughing. I love HAIR!
(check out my hair blog http://itsahairybusiness.tumblr.com/ where you will learn more about me).
Through life's often strange, yet beautiful mysteries, I aim to find what is lovely; what is pure jollity. Thank you, Lord for the life you've given me. I love you!
I have a penchant for book shelves; books in general. 
Buy me a book, I’ll love you forever. Build me a book shelf … <3<3<3

I have a penchant for book shelves; books in general. 

Buy me a book, I’ll love you forever. Build me a book shelf … <3<3<3

I adore this!!!! 

I adore this!!!! 

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I love full wall bookcases

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I love full wall bookcases

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Fortress of Entertainment

lovesexmusic:

Fortress of Entertainment

I don’t know what to do with myself.

I just finished the most riveting series possibly ever written. Now, I honestly don’t know what to do. My thought’s keep migrating towards Katniss, Peeta, Prim, Gale, and everybody else from The Hunger Games/Catching Fire/The Mockingjay… 

Oh wait…… I know what to do …. 

13 days till The Son of Neptune? …. 

I think I’ll re-read The Percy Jackson series ….

Yeah, that’ll keep my mind off it. 

AHHHHH 1 3  D A Y S T I L L T H E S O N O F N E P T U N E ! ! ! ! !

PERCY JACKSON SERIES + THE HUNGER GAMES SERIES = COMPLETE AND UTTER HAPPINESS.

OH MY GOODNESS

Do you know what tomorrow is?????? 

THE SON OF NEPTUNE! THE SON OF NEPTUNE! THE SON OF NEPTUNE!

I’VE BEEN WAITING 11 MONTHS FOR THIS! 

Expostulation and Reply - William Wordsworth.

"Why, William, on that old grey stone, 
Thus for the length of half a day, 
Why, William, sit you thus alone, 
And dream your time away? 

"Where are your books?—that light bequeathed 
To Beings else forlorn and blind! 
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed 
From dead men to their kind. 

"You look round on your Mother Earth, 
As if she for no purpose bore you; 
As if you were her first-born birth
And none had lived before you!” 

One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, 
When life was sweet, I knew not why, 
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 
And thus I made reply: 

"The eye—it cannot choose but see; 
We cannot bid the ear be still; 
Our bodies feel, where’er they be, 
Against or with our will. 

"Nor less I deem that there are Powers 
Which of themselves our minds impress; 
That we can feed this mind of ours 
In a wise passiveness. 

"Think you, ‘mid all this mighty sum 
Of things for ever speaking, 
That nothing of itself will come, 
But we must still be seeking? 

"—Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, 
Conversing as I may, 
I sit upon this old grey stone, 
And dream my time away,” 

[I love this poem]

I’m starting to realize something…

I have an obsession with classic novels … it’s simply killing me that I haven’t been able to read one in so long. It seems like just yesterday that I finished The Count of Monte Cristo. I miss reading. 

Until the day when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words,—‘Wait and hope.’
The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas.
I want antique, vintage books for my 16th birthday. 

I want antique, vintage books for my 16th birthday. 

I love literacy. 

I love literacy.