spencers wood

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“I have great pleasure in thinking you will be so happily settled. I have not a doubt of your doing very well together. Your tempers are by no means unlike. You are each of you so complying, that nothing will ever be resolved on; so easy, that every servant will cheat you; and so generous, that you will always exceed your income.” - Mr. Bennet (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)

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(via The Farriers Arms, Spencers Wood, Berkshire | by Mike Cattell | Flickr)

Und egal was passiert - und das gilt für alles - auf eine Sache kann man sich immer verlassen:  Morgen liegt das schon wieder hinter dir. Morgen sieht die Sache wieder ganz anders aus. Und morgen wirst du wegen irgendwas wieder lachen können.
—  Gronkh; LitW #141
5 characters to look up to

I can get really motivated by watching people studying and being succesful, you know, in movies or tv series. That’s why I’d like to share a little list of movies or series you can watch if you want someone to look up to, or get inspiration from. I hope you enjoy! xxx

1. Elle Woods ( ~ Legally Blonde 1 and 2 )

 A classic, I know! Like, who doesn’t know her? This is pink girl power all the way, hahah. All law girls should watch this, if you haven’t already ;)

2. Rory Gilmore, Paris Geller ( ~ Gilmore Girls )

I love these girls! They are so smart, and on top of that, they study a lot. And not just because they have to, no, they really want to. They have set goals and they do everything it takes to complete them.

3. Harvey Specter, Mike Ross  ( ~ Suits )

Another classic for all you law students out there! I have just started to watch these series, and I love it already. Definately a must-see!

4. Spencer Hastings  ( ~ Pretty Little Liars )

You know her, I know her, we all know her, need to say more? In the last season though (season 6), I find all of the girls inspiring! They’re at the beginning of a wonderful career, each with their own talents.

5. Will Hunting ( ~ Good Will Hunting)

This is a beautiful movie. The guy, Will, is unbelievably gifted. It shows that everyone, wherever you come from and whoever you are, must have the chance to study and develop their talent.

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Wow…. More on this later

Quick summary but I will elaborate
-that’s why the a and d are clues , so good everyone is looking at poor Alison that’s what’s so genius about this alias
- the book my butt cheeks, no reason to attack miss spencer in ravens wood with a massive bush trimmers for a book
-his actions are a parallel to the book Lolita which ironically is one of Alison’s fav books, could have been a legit clue from the writers
-was working with cece
-there is a link between him and wren but I’ll get there with thh next post
-marrying aria so she doesn’t have to testify against him, he also wants to get it over with quick which is suspicious, think the Nicole thing currently is to pressure aria to marry him quicker
- the why I have to think about. I still think cece lied about being Charles and was killed for it.

It really could go either way either it’s blatantly obvious Alison Dilaurentis or it’s a sneaky sneaky play on letters and its ezrA fitzgeralD. While I work on this post please review my previous post A Dark Ali.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Richard Spencer tweeting that Tom Woods is a very intelligent man? And do u think it would be a good thing for the two of them to debate

This is the classic David Duke strategy. You are a nonentity who wants to launch yourself into a little limelight. So you just find people with more name recognition and a larger audience and you offer your endorsement. Then the media gets their “association” to smear you. This guy is a fucking FED

Road Trip...Part 8

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Epilogue)


After a week spent on the road, talking about your pasts and getting used to your glasses and thrift shopping for an entirely different wardrobe, you had finally convinced Matthew to allow you to drive the last stretch of the way there so that the two of you could finally bunk in a home for the next few days instead of yet another hotel.

The road trip itself was incredible.

The hotel hopping you could do without.

Flipping on your turn signal and starting down the long, winding, cemented path, you soon watch your mounted cell-phone GPS lose service as you smile inwardly to yourself.

“Perfect,” you mutter.

Slowing to a roll, the numerous trees passing by as the darkness of the midnight hour shrouds the wooded area, the trees finally give way to a large pond, with various houses and docks scattered about across the area.

And there, in front of your eyes, was the wooded cabin.

Pulling up in front of the three-car garage, you leave the car running as you get out of the car and trot over to the side door, opening it up and stepping into the pitch-black garage area.

Feeling for the light switch, you flip it as the fluorescent lighting floods the area, with all of your late-uncle’s toys coming into view.

Striding over to the work bench, you reach up over all of the hanging tools and wiggle your fingers, working the key off of the very top of the shelving unit as it comes crashing down to your feet.

“Got it,” you whisper to yourself.

Locking the garage behind you, you take a look at Matthew peacefully sleeping in the passenger seat and smile to yourself.

He had helped you in spreading your true wings a bit, but you didn’t want the entire road trip to be about you and your downfalls as a growing adult.

You also wanted him to have fun.  To show him that there had been just as many positive memories that had shaped you for the better.

Rounding around to the front door, you stick the key in and turn, allowing the door to creak open as the smell of the wooded outdoor area coupled by a pine-scented air freshener hits your nose.

When your only uncle had passed, he had left his cabin and all of its property and “toys” to you, and you had vowed to take incredible care of it, hoping that, maybe one day, it would serve as a place you could retire to, or possibly use to escape the crazy life you had intended to pursue.

A place to reconnect with the woman you knew was living deep within your core.

You had time to reminisce later.

Walking back out to the car, you pop Matthew’s trunk and grab your suitcases, your original suitcase being repacked with all of the elements you had purchased in your wonderful day of shopping, and started back into the house.  You turned to the left and started up the stairs before making an immediate right and starting down the hallway, dropping Matthew’s bag off in front of the door at the end of it before turning back around and dropping your bag by the only other room on the hall.

Traipsing back down the stairs as you make your way for the open kitchen, you open the fridge and peruse the cabinets, taking a mental stock of what would be needed from town tomorrow before you decide to go wake the beast.

Bounding back outside, a massive smile on your face, you open Matthew’s passenger side door, his head lobbing off to the side as you reach over his body and shut the car off, grabbing the keys and leaning back.

“Matthew…” you lull, leaning forward and kissing his forehead lightly.

“Matthew,” you whisper into his ear.

“Mmmmmph,” he groans, shifting in his seat as you reach over him once more and unbuckle his belt.

“We’re here,” you say lowly, your eyes searching his face as he slowly peels his open.

“We are?” he groans.

“I have all of our stuff inside,” you say as you take his hands, slowly helping him upright as his feet plant themselves onto the ground outside of the car, “we can go get some rest, and then tomorrow we can go into town and get some groceries.”

“Soundsgoodtome,” he murmurs into one statement, earning a light giggle from your lips as you help him to his feet.

“Let’s get you inside and to your room so you can sleep,” you muse.

With his arm around your shoulders as your arm clasps his waist tightly, you slowly make your way into the cabin, turning and locking the door behind you before slowly making your way up the stairs.

“You should gimmeatour,” he slurs.

“Tomorrow.  I promise,” you say, patting his chest with your free hand softly as the two of you finally approach the end of the hallway.

“And here we are,” you say, throwing the bedroom door open as you kick his suitcase bag in.

“Smells like woods,” he says, sighing heavily as he drops his body onto the bed.

“Oooo, bouncy,” he murmurs, your hand flying to your mouth as you try hard to stifle your laughter as you pick up his suitcase and put it in a chair in the corner.

Making your way back to the bed, you help a struggling Matthew peel the covers back as he shimmies his body underneath, your hands working to tuck him in as he hunkers down into a pillow.

“Sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning,” you say, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his forehead.

“Stay a little,” he says, his hand reaching out and grasping yours.

“I’m getting a bit tired as well…” you drift off.

“Please?” he whimpers.

And after a brief bout of silence, his eyes already drooping closed as you bite your bottom lip, you nod as a goofy smile creeps across his cheeks.

“Thanks,” he says, wrapping his long arms around you and pulling you down into the bed with him.

You’d stay until he fell asleep.

No harm in that, right?