i quit facebook. the damn thing ( Read more... )

the stone angel by margaret laurence pg. 292 ( Read more... )

In a spat ball of tumbleweed, I am indeed contrary ( Read more... )

single traveler ( Read more... )

These days, I lay on my couch, rather stubbornly, and ravage through books. I rape them. I am non-stop, reading from when I wake up, till bedtime, with breaks in between for meals, bathroom, the humdrum chores and Noel ( Read more... )

And, Oh, how dear we are to ourselves when it comes,
it comes,
that long long shadow in the grass.

.

In love, I am a complex duty, to which must be attained ( Read more... )

Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed. A lightning that cannot strike twice, our lesson learned in the hateful speed of light. A bite at light at Ruth a truth a sky-blue presentiment and oh how dear we are to ourselves when it comes, it comes, ( Read more... )

Moonshine drink and carressing, a drunk,
takes my hand unwaveringly.
It doesn't matter the hand belongs to me.

.

if yr beautiful, u can get away with alot. stupidity even..

if you're intelligent, you can get away with a lot. if you're beautiful and intelligent, you might as well play god.

true biz

rose

.