
Books were my personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon I discovered there was a whole world to conquer.
This blog's from a fun-loving/choco-holic/music-obsessed person!
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with robbies and litle luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin your selfishness. But in the casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.