It's not every day that
Someone tells you that they’ll be your white knight. Or brown knight, because white horses get dirty too easily, and you wouldn’t want that, would you? Also, black knights sound too ominous.
Escaping their old ways of yesteryear, and back into the choke-hold of today.
For each ecstatic instant
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. By Emily Dickinson
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Quite interesting, really. I never knew such a simple poem had so many versions to it; I personally only ever knew the Australian version.
I have been expecting you. /strokes cat
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. ‘Pooh?’ he whispered. ‘Yes, Piglet?’...
Reading history notes, I can’t help but be in awe of the way things link; How one thing is directly related to another, how what we have today is a tangled mess of results from what happened back then, how every little detail, perhaps insignificant at that time, amounts to something huge.
The watchers are fools, the dancers are fools. If both are fools, then why...