make bright the sparrows

There was a little turtle. On Sundays he wore socks. Sometimes he ate parsley, But mostly he ate rocks #apoemforwednesday 2 days ago

So now I'm sitting on my bed chewing my fingers and feeling pleased. Cat is employing her time similarly on the floor. 1 week ago

Valentines, schmalentines, I was just offered an internship with the Sydney Fringe!! #YAY 1 week ago

Mishima Mishima Mishima, with a spot of Pound on the side. And tea, cake, and an interview #lifeSUCCESS 1 week ago

Listening to the house creak, watching Judge Judy, reading the Canterbury Tales. 2 weeks ago

January 28, 2012

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This entry was posted on January 28, 2012 at 8:32 pm and is filed under Words.

Tags: anais nin, henry miller, letters, love, lust

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