She speaks much of her father; says
she hears
There's tricks i' the world; and hems, and beats
her heart;
Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in
doubt,
That carry but half sense: her speech is nothing,
Yet the unshap'd use of it doth move
The hearers to collection; they aim at it,
And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts;
Which, as her winks, and nods, and gestures
yield them,
Indeed would make one think there might be
thought,
Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.
it reminds me that song "greenleaves".
don't know why o.o.
i love how she (you?) is beautifully pale, like a maiden.
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Que me importa que saibas tanto?
Sê bela e taciturna! As dores
À face emprestam certo encanto,
Como à campina o rio em pranto;
A tempestade apraz às flores.
Agh...I'm so jealous of you. Your skin is so smooth and your eyes are the same colour as your hair! I want that! My eyes would have to be purple or my hair would have to be blue Your expression is really chilling in this, like you've seen too much and are trying to repress it. I love the pretty wee flowers in your hair too!
don't know why o.o.
i love how she (you?) is beautifully pale, like a maiden.
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Que me importa que saibas tanto?
Sê bela e taciturna! As dores
À face emprestam certo encanto,
Como à campina o rio em pranto;
A tempestade apraz às flores.
[Baudelaire]
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But i will wear my heart upon
my sleeve for Daws to peck at
I am not what i am...
And that expression suits me beautifully today. "So foul and fair a day I have not seen. . ."
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"Persevere! Do not only practice your Art, but also endeavour to fathom its Inner Meaningit deserves this effort!" Ludwig van Beethoven
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But i will wear my heart upon
my sleeve for Daws to peck at
I am not what i am...
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But i will wear my heart upon
my sleeve for Daws to peck at
I am not what i am...