Slippery words swirl and twirl,
But deviously elude grasp.
Well, nothing be done 'bout that,
Another time perhaps.
"The web was woven curiously."
So it was.
Forgive me for thinking the girl foolish.
People who try to restore my faith succeed as they have me praying for patience.
Backyardigans are really fun. While surfing I happened to pause at an episode where they sang- "What do you do with a scurvy pirate? You make him walk the plank. You raid his ship and take his treasure... and put it in a bank.". The future economic-policy makers are in good hands.
A casual observation- In a story, being drunk is such a convenient excuse for the characters to do unjustifiable but essential things to save the story from stagnancy. Confessions, murders, seductions, heists. Et all.
Why do they apply for shares they cannot pay for?!
My poised pen pleads catharsis... It has my apologies.
It is a wonder how much I am able to write about not being able to write. There is a message in there somewhere.
Kitsune. Cat o none-tails. Will o wisp. Jack o lantern. Grindylow. Aleya. Vetaal. Vampier. Upier. Mara.
"I wonder how, I wonder why,
Yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky,
But all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree."
"a song to sing"...
For a song to sing,
A promise ring,
A low-hung branch
With a wood-plank swing,
A lone lush glade,
There can't be much
I would not trade.
"What does light taste like?"
Each clue of the Cryptic Crossword tells such stories!
Kanpur?! POTF came to Kanpur?! Why-wha-who-HUH?! But they don't even know who they are! Who organised it?! Give me the names! *Sniff* Justice is a myth.
"I was born into the Jewish persuasion, but when I got older I converted to narcissism."
Last night I played a game on Facebook where, due to virtual-money constraints I had to choose between a new boyfriend and a pair of heels. Tsk, tsk. Nihilism.
PS- I went for the heels.
To turn into random roads to wonder only later where one is headed. My mom is not the kind of person one meets everyday.
The only thing sustaining me as of now is the thought of a bonfire. Of textbooks. Maybe I'll buy a few additional copies of BS and math for the purpose.
Having a picture of a really (due emphasis) hot guy on ones desktop is so blissfully distracting.
Passion Colours Everything, Diamonds for Tears, Call, All I Want... life is beautiful.
"A-G-L-E-T. Aglet! Don't forget it."
I look really pretty in a foggy mirror. I really do.
Mom opened a long-forgotten trunk and found my sisters and my ghungroos which had been taken to be lost. *Scribbles something in my already too long 'To do in April list' *
Taylor Lautner, Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, Heyer-heroes... life is beautiful-er.
Okay, fine! So I caved! Blog-addiction, allow me to remind you, is hardly a sue-able crime.