I feel like Matthew Arnold's poetry (and not Arnold's prose which is unfortunate because his prose is much more clever and in TOTAL control. Seriously, if I felt like his prose I'd be a beast in all the good ways).
Sometimes I am bit wearied by irony, and so in a less beautiful and slightly less melodramatic way I say this.
Sometimes I am bit wearied by irony, and so in a less beautiful and slightly less melodramatic way I say this.
Don't you think some more answers would be nice? Or how about a good old fashioned conclusion?
Then their day was done, the sun went down, and they fell asleep with the promise of a lovely morning filled with sunshine, a good breakfast, and lots of love & fun.
Ambiguity is not always nice.
The End.
The End.
1 comment:
The Buried Life. yes amazing. thats all i have to say. you're so awesome.
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