LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
What a great photo Chava! You are both beautiful!
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
That's too cool! I'd love to have a meetup.
'...A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.' --Dr. Mortimer, The Hound of the Baskervilles
Pictures from my Spring Break in Seattle.
I thought they were dorky enough to add
Little one, Fate might miscarry.
Little one, why do you tarry?
Little one, When May I marry you?
My little one.
cool pics Equal!
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
my poems-please comment Forum Rules
ahhh Seattle!!! I miss it. I lived in WA for 12 years and went to school in Seattle.. thanks for posting those, it brought a little bit of home back
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
Cute pictures Equality.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
I've dyed my hair again. Black, now. 3 of my favourites, black and white; before and after .
Adorable Sprinks. I love your hair. How much can for it?
Little one, Fate might miscarry.
Little one, why do you tarry?
Little one, When May I marry you?
My little one.
Thanks, Virgil!