2. "Don’t annoy the writer. They might put you in a book and kill you."
    — Anonymous

  3. jisgone:

    The sky had grown tired of summer, and folded into a blustery, leaf-strewn day. All down the street of red brick terraced houses, wind sucked the curtains out of windows that had been left open, and I drew my coat and scarf closer around me, trying to block out the November chill.