It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
“Off with his head.”
Sameen Groves (Shoot)alıntı yaptı5 yıl önce
‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’
April Joyce Bataalıntı yaptı4 ay önce
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion – a blind and aimless Fury.
– LEWIS CARROLL
zoeyalıntı yaptı5 ay önce
They smell tart.’
‘They are tarts.’
nigohosyanmarinaalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion— a blind and aimless Fury
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
It was a new day in Hearts, and she was the Queen.
‘Off with his head.’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
‘How different everything could have been,’ she said, ‘if you had thought to ask me that before.’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
His cheek started to twitch. ‘You want to hear a riddle, you say? I know a very good one. It begins, why is a raven like a writing desk?’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
‘Are you sure?’ said Cath, still livid over the roses and the pocket watch and Cheshire’s insolence. ‘Look again. You might find that I actually resemble a walrus.’
Jᜀᜈ᜔ᜈalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
She would do anything. Marry any king. Wear any crown. Give her heart to anyone who asked for it. She would serve Time himself if he would bring Jest back to her.