In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all’s confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.
- Anne Finch
sorry, no, new plan
new blog all together
this same name that it is right now ‘cept i’ma move it ——-> to a fresh one!
if you want it, then ask! it will be created in ‘bout 5 mins yo
sorry to oldies, but i’m bored of dis n need privacy
new name/photo/soon to be layout
need to be a bit honest here for a bit i think
if i upload things that i’ve learnt about/read about/have some sort of vague correlation to school then, well, that’s my homework done… oh god wishful thinking i can’t write an essay on belonging right now. i’m sorry but i just can’t do it, so unnecessary…
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.