Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.

Little star of heaven Lend me your brightness, For the life of this world Is a dark night.

“You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream.”

The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill, And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams. No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.

“But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.”

What is the use of grieving if nobody will listen

Who knows? I may find gladness in my grief: Consoled, amidst my tears, in the belief That, for my sake, you were resolved to die, And that, if someone saved you, it was I.

Australian possums are definitely cuter than American possums, and no, that sounds like a terrible idea. The last thing we need is even more animals running around that are unowned but dependent on humans.

The sinkhole looks like this:

I love how magical this is and how the Australian is just like

Give me your hand, still your breath, let’s rest Under this great tree where the breeze dies Beneath grey branches, in broken sighs, The soft, tender rays of the moon caress.

aardvarks are very good but what really charmed me about them was seeing them sleeping… theyre just so chilled out