My nickname, it's Millie (from Amelia). My blog consists of things that I like, things of interest, things I'm passionate about, and sometimes how I feel at any given moment. I breathe: art, design, music, food, movies/tv shows (die hard horror and science fiction fan, but you wouldn't know that judging from my blog), fashion, Old Hollywood, and some current/recent actors and actresses.

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“Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table ivory elephant charm rainbow onion hairdo violence melodrama honey…None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you.”
—                                                                                                                   (Everything Is Illuminated) - Jonathan Safran Foer

Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table ivory elephant charm rainbow onion hairdo violence melodrama honey…None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you.

— (Everything Is Illuminated) - Jonathan Safran Foer