do you ever just sit back and think
what the hell am i doing on here
Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or, rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion. A room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents.
why does all the good stuff in life cost so much
I didn’t know happiness and love had a price
calm down gandhi
