It is a hundred times harder a dream than the dream that I dreamt when I was nine...

That would be a quote from Mr. Gandhi.

I'll tell you how it's going once I get there.

I'm an athiest high-school teacher in Oklahoma and I am floored by some of the things my Christian students *don't* know about the Bible. When I taught humanities, the subject invariably came up. I have stopped, mid-sentence, on multiple occasions and blurted out, "Why don't you know this!?!?"

I test drove the FR-S a couple of weeks ago and thought it thought it was a fun car. Reminded me a lot of my '85 RX-7 (R.I.P.). But like the RX, it was small and not comfortable enough for commuting. (Oh, sweet youth!) I test drove a brand-spanking-new WRX last week and was blown away. Between the two, it's no…

Also the plot of Jane Eyre.

Holy shit is just posted this same pic a few comments up. *high five*

Which has not worked in her mother's favor, sadly.

I suspect they shopped out whatever personality her naturalness originally conveyed. That and most of the third dimension.

She would eat Christian Grey alive.

We should all write our own Vogue interview as a creative writing/self-confidence exercise. My habbits aren't "sloppy" or "ill advised". They are part of my unique Gestalt.

That comparison is like giving-you-a-kidney generous.

That's because it was never sent.