My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post
always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.
Dammit its Wednesday and I would have been rethinking scrolling past this all day if I didn’t reblog
“I had told Louise to put Big in a place where I would never have to hear from him again.
As soon as I typed in “love”, there he was. And because Big still didn’t have the words, he retyped a love letter from Beethoven. And Lord Byron. And John Keats. And Voltaire. There they were, the love letters of great men, volume one. Plus one more written by John James Preston.” -Carrie Bradshaw