–55: “besides, who ever asked you what you wanted in this world, girl? the answer to that question, reader, as you well know, was absolutely no one.”

(image credits to Amid Night Suns on Blogger) I must admit, I’m not a perfect person robot capable of completely compartmentalising my feelings— this post stems from annoyance and anger at a certain relative over an argument on Saturday. said feelings of annoyance/anger led me to reflect on the happenings of the past few weeks…

–81: “that was the thing. you never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”

sunsets always held lots of meaning to me: they were always a beautiful sight to behold, a conclusion to the day, a spark of hope for a better tomorrow, an artistic inspiration for a better blend of colours in a technicolour life (and whatever else you may interpret it as) but for today, the sunset…

“lines / written in early spring”

(image credits to Seeing Fresh) I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man…

“invictus”

(image credits to The Traveling Philosopher) Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow’d….