Maple Syrup Orange Pekoe
Stroke of genius? Stroke of madness? Stroke of yum.
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE
“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,” cried the young Student; “but in all my garden there is no red rose.” From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered. “No red rose in all my garden!” he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. “Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have...
captkyle: Day- O (The Banana Boat Song) Mbube-...
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.– A. A. Milne, Winne the Pooh (via azoreal)
I have such conflicting feelings about math right now. Damn it, math. I thought you were my friend. I trusted you! You’re so useful and beautiful, and you’ve shown me so many truths about the universe, but I never realized how big of a jerk you could be. You’re like the closest thing we have to perfection, but holy shit! Why do you have to be so damn difficult? Sometimes people...
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
My fingers are freezing.
Politics and the English Language - George Orwell →
What is above all needed is to let the meaning choose the word, and not the other way around. In prose, the worst thing one can do with words is surrender to them.