Dear Christmas
could you, and all your stupid media adverts, please go the eff away for a few more months?
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Lulz
This almost made me pee I laughed so hard. I love me some Kanye, what you gotta be a douchy gay fish man??? If you were just a gay fish, we’d be cool.
hono-lulu:afghanibanani:clingtomymouth:ihatethismess:lostintransmission:yerawizardharry:
“It could be humanity’s oldest story of doomed love. Archaeologists have unearthed two skeletons from the Neolithic period locked in an eternal embrace and buried outside Mantua, Italy, just 25 miles south of Verona, the city where Shakespeare set the star-crossed tale of Romeo and Juliet.”
About Me
Pursuing fearlessness. Contemplative. Melancholic. Pop-culture addict. Amused. Conflicted. Faithful. Infuriated by indifference. Teachable. Wraggly. Snarktastic. Student of life. Political. Learning to let things go. An over-thinker. Worrier. General fire-squelcher. Random fact finder. Unabashed music addict. Tea Drinker. Earring lover. Now Tumbling... enjoy.
