Ready for home
Ready for home
I am back............................
Pissed. Right. Off.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Burnt out as usual. Work the past few weeks has been challanging to say the east.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
I feel pretty damn well. I have no homework, no problems right now. I feel very chill.
I send my love to all who feel unwell(
Little one, Fate might miscarry.
Little one, why do you tarry?
Little one, When May I marry you?
My little one.
Jubilant, confident, ambitious, etc.
'Tis a shame I'll likely wake up in a contrary mood.
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
Sore
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cool!!!
The source of any bad writing is the desire to be something more than a person of sense--the straining to be thought a genius. If people would say what they have to say in plain terms, how much eloquent they would be.
-S.T COLERIDGE
confused.
a bit under the weather
Our lives are better left to chance.
I could have missed the pain,
but then I'd have had to miss the dance
Garth Brooks
a little bit crazy, a little bit bad
(a little bit drunk)
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Head-achey.
Naked except for a cigarette, you let your mind drift and forget your disbelief. Feel the chill down your back and the flutter of wings through dandelion fields, and forget the pull of gravity in a night without stars.
I lack eloquence and commitment to my arguments. They are half baked, and I will begin passionately, and then abandon them.
stupid
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.
Angry!!
I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road without their motives being questioned...
Originally Posted by WhimsySA
Angry!!
me too.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
tired. So very very tired.
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