facebook users- stop updating about people you know who died, and shit. Stop updating about sex, and how you are getting some. Stop updating about how you’re a huge fan of a band that everyone is friends with… it just seems weird. Stop updating about how you hate your parents when they pay 30 grand for you to make shitty art at art school.
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, `Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.' But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, `The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' And I am...
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
I am swollen with love. But scattered brain, I read a chapter and put it down, read a chapter and put it down. Today, I just walked the aisles of the library, picking random books besides Bouguereau. Oh academia and the anxiety it brings, I keep quiet. It’s easy to forget how to kiss. It’s fun to walk naked to and fro, its fun to not worry about your belly or enlarging breasts.