He seemed to be about four or five and twenty, was rather tall, had a pleasing countenance, a very intelligent and lively eye, and, if not quite handsome, was very near it. His address was good, and Catherine felt herself in high luck.
(Source: arrynsofeyrie, via fuckyeahjaneausten)
We don’t get to choose who we love.
(Source: braidsario, via doomslock)
—Augustus's Letter
A fan narration of Augustus Waters’s letter to Peter Van Houten.
can i please marry your voice
holy shit that made me cry more than the book did
i am so motherfucking DONE
(via fezturions)
(via gordhgeous)
“Rory Williams, from Leadworth. My boyfriend. How could I ever forget you?”
(Source: snogbox, via fezturions)
I return to town tomorrow. / So soon!
My Jane looks well, does she not? / She does indeed.
(via north-and-prejudice)
(Source: jhermann, via mikkelsened)