hello, amy here
"They loved, and quarreled, and made up, and loved, and fought, and were true to each other and untrue. She made him the happiest man in the whole world and the most wretched, and after a few years she died, and then, when he was thirty, he died, too. But by that time he had invented the love poem." - The Invention of Love
That awkward moment when you realize your blog is nothing but pictures of food and fandoms.
