Threads that bind us.

And they went further and further from her, being attached to her by a thin thread (since they had lunched with her) which would stretch and stretch, get thinner and thinner as they walked across London; as if one's friends were attached to one's body, after lunching with them, by a thin thread, which (as she dozed there) became hazy with the sound of bells, striking the hour or ringing to service, as a single spider's thread is blotted with raindrops, and, burdened, sags down. So she slept.

Virginia Woolf

Note: This post is inspired by the blog Bookswept.

Hourglass Brow Pencil in Blonde first impression review

I've been coveting this pricey little stick for far too long. So when I had some SpaceNK points about to expire (that's how they get you, isn't it?), I thought this was my window. My window to spend an exorbitant amount of money on a pencil to colour in the tiny hairs above my eyeballs. Oh, beauty products.
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