wanderess

     ‘ oh, chérie, do not fret. being small is not so bad, is it ? ’  margaux knows the downsides, but she also knows that there are few things more surprising to a man than a short woman who can fight back.  ‘ they will underestimate you, and it will be their undoing. ’

             ‘ ah, i don’t really blame you.      it isn’t for everyone., and men are a decent enough source of income. ’

         so i was jd for halloween but watching he//athers is bringing back Memories ,,,, and Muses ,,, f cuk,

       ‘ i would say i empathize, but... ’  margaux glances down, an almost-smirk touching her lips.  ‘ i think it may be worse for you, no ? ’

Tagging: uhhh whoever

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  //  Tyger Tyger, burning bright  // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night.  // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I,  //  April is the cruelest month,  // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  Whose woods these are I think I know  // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,  // I taught myself to live simply and wisely  // It so happens I am sick of being a man  //  I wandered lonely as a cloud //  Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?  // O my Luve is like a red, red rose  // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;  // Out of the night that covers me,  // It was many and many a year ago, //You may write me down in history //  Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers  //  The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  No man is an island,  //  Remember me when I am gone away,  // I met a traveller from an antique land  //  ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // This is thy hour O Soul, //  When we wear the mask that grins and lies, // Death be not proud, //  And death shall have no dominion. //  Laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  To see a World in a Grain of Sand  //  Is there anybody there? said the Traveller //  Nobody heard him, the dead man,  //  That crazed girl improving her music.  // Come to me in the silence of the night; //  Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // I thought of you and how you love this beauty //  Life, believe, is not a dream  // It may be misery not to sing at all,  //  If tarry space no limit knows  //  Come live with me and be my love,  //  Had we but world enough and time,  // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense //  Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- //  Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day?  // Break, break, break  //  She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands. //