Hello I'm Anna. 22. from London,England.
University Student:
Studying English Language & Literature

awkwardsituationist:

two lionesses and their cubs taking an early morning stroll in kenya’s masai mara. photos by david lazar

science-junkie:

An identification chart of 42 North American butterflies.

By artist Eleanor Lutz. You can find the full sized GIF here or pick up a poster for your room here.

makeup at christian lacroix couture f/w 2008

library-heaven:

ifreakinlovebooks:

Leatherbound editions of Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility and Persuasion by Jane Austen.

congratulations carol! your babies are beautiful ;p

Kangana Ranaut Walks The Ramp for Suneet Varma at BMW India Bridal Fashion Week 2014

Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were — damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?”