Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he's dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

 

There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields -

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!

where the fuck did you go? come back.... i miss you. 

"A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state overnight. It is barely domisticated, a mustang on which you one day fasted a halter, but now you can’t catch. It is a lion you cage in your study. As the work grows, it gets harder to control; it is a lion growing in strength. You must visit it every day and assert your mastery over it."

these girls are pretty cute. 

your naughty. by nature.

flaming LIPS LIPS LIPS

daayum

coooooll

valentines day

A Pointless and worthless day invented by Hersheys Confectionary Co and Joining forces with Teleflora Florists and Corbans Wine Makers just so they can profit out of Wine, Cholocates and Flowers, while single people suffer at the clutches of the hands of this evil and corrupt capitalist-orientated day that is not even a fucking holiday period.

Valentines Day should be banned and all those celebrating it shot.

1.Best day of the year to commit suicide. This day serves two purposes. 

1: allows those bitches at hallmark to feed their children. 

2: lowering the earths population

despite this. i still want a fucking valentine to take me out dinner. perhaps you? 

Winston was writing in his diary

It was three years ago. It was on a dark evening, in a narrow side-street near one of the big railway stations. She was standing near a doorway in the wall, under a street lamp that hardly gave any light. She had a young face, painted very thick. It was really the paint that appealed to me, the whiteness of it, like a mask, and the bright red lips. Party women never painted their faces. There was nobody else in the street, and no telescreens. She said two dollars. I----

For the moment it was too difficult to go on. He shut his eyes and pressed his fingers against them, trying to squeeze out the vision that kept recurring. Had had an almost overwhelming temptation to shout a string of filthy words at the top of his voice. Or to bang his head against the wall, to kick over the table and hurl the ink pot through the window- to do any violent or noisy or painful thing that might black out the memory that was tormenting him.

Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your own nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom. 

the sky might fall. but I'm not worried at all

look out for them. they've changed their name but i think their just the same!