Anxious...
Anxious...
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
It is winter here and everyone including me has a cold so terrible
tired and headachey
Calvin: You can’t just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.
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I'm the patron saint of the denial,
With an angel face and a taste for suicidal.
Tired, but more optimistic than I have been lately. Although, I'm really worried too...
I feel completely insanely mad about someone or something, somewhere!
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
I slept three hours last night, and am absolutely saturated with coffee right now. I feel rather ill...
i have quite nice mood. i had a wonderful conversation with one girl (she found me on one site). i've known her only a few hours and it was 3 years agoand i woke up at 11 in the morning, but my head aches a little bit...
the-life-is-won-der-ful
Not wonderful.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
trapped
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
James Joyce
It is a fatal miscarriage, so ill to order affairs, as to pass for a fool in one company, when in another you might be treated as a philosopher. Jonathan Swift
Released.
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen
OK, but a little unsure.
Melancholic. Not only because I completed re-reading The Mill on the Floss, my favourite book perhaps just an hour back, though it must be one of the factors.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.