Sliding dangerously towards malaise.
Down & Out
The fuck am I doing? I fuck up perfectly good relationships with good people for no particular reason other than for my own frivolous self-interest. And on top of that, I’m sitting around at university being reactive, but not like a good reactive; like water being run over weak ground for a bit too long and I’m starting to give way. Is this growing up? because it sucks… like...
I’m not quite old enough to really appreciate the tones of this poem but i can certainly relate to the call for adventurism and to stop sitting around, waiting for the world to come to me. sorry, more tennyson, but its my blog, so i reserve the right. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever...
NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A...
Lil Wayne is no longer relevant. Sorry lil homie.
Io no piangeva; si dentro impietrai. Piangevan elli…