March 2012
February 2012
i wonder..
.. what will be different this time next February 29. leap years are trippy.
“The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the
love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not
approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.” —Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music” (via reticence-)
love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not
approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.” —Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music” (via reticence-)
not for the faint of heart
i did not take a nap but did lose a follower today.
