Happy 43rd birthday, David! (April 18th, 1971)
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
easy there henry
whos henry what thef uck?
*faint laughter from Britian*
*history teachers crying*
Well, there’s a promising start.
oh, a monster? perhaps you should speak to me more softly then.
you know that only the good die young
We must keep my father hidden.
William looks like he’s thinking, “Geez, son, settle down!” in the first gif! Haha
"I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books."