Sometimes The Best Movie Adaptation Of A Book Is The Mid 70s Bbc Play Of The Month With Less Than The

but when i die

let mine eyes not take a last look

at your beautiful wings

those rosèd locks of hair

all of your- pretty little things

that i could only dream of

and when i fall to the ground

let it not be caused by thy wings

the wings that saved, and picked me up

the ground so sweetly whispering me forth

the wind that caught me, and pulled me up

for lilies in the grass call my name.

wyd when u see me sitting mysteriously in a park reading this

petition for panic attack breathing videos to NOT have an ad at the beginning please

guys never date a musician she won't stop writing songs about me

you like fox news? yeah, alright. but do they have wordle? strands? connections? you don't even have fucking SUDOKU so i don't want to hear it

psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate

mother's pretty golden sky

father's sun that turns off each light

in heaven shall the children pry

and seek to find the dimming night.

blackened seashells cross the coast

whitened waves blending sand

unto god, our heavenly host

shall smite each devil in the land.

but carry not, as clouds sow graves

death is not to quarrel with answered prayers

the eternal trail we ourselves have paved

clashes with our forgotten stares.

Every single person studying a language when they recognize the most basic word of the language in a text or a video