Every Single Person Studying A Language When They Recognize The Most Basic Word Of The Language In A

"jasmine, open your wings !"

unveil your pretty leaves my love

put your childhood to rest

your wings lay off the finest dove

and a crown of the prettiest dress,

with a cowl of golden lace i see

your feathers dripping so free.

such fine pristine garden howls

flying into chains of glass

and with your perfect golden cowl

lacèd, with the finest brass.

moonwater swirling in your hair

rosèd twine of which i could stare

music of love- to the morning play on

so until the sun rises,

i can still hear your song.

awaken in water of pure and fair

dreams of finely pruned fellows

god created, of the smallest affair

until the morning comes

to spoil the night

let us drink to the music

to your heavenly sight.

ok what's everyone's favorite cowboy hat

come one ! come all !

to morrow night we hear the fall

of child a brethren many in may

of mother of florals cries at pray

to the fiery theater where steam is high

while the malicious spirit shall freely fly

unto a moor upon the sea

the spirit in counting travels free.

solitude of the highest fair

may find its pennies here in there

but in the dome of secret plays

withering ignorance may wonder astray.

partly due to uncounted ballots

sneeking in parties of untimely bandits

burglars of short, plump and mellow

yet filled with teacake; a worthy fellow !

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you want me to tell people i love them? the thing that killed basil hallward??

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

Start in November-

A perfectly respectable month,

When the clouds grow dim

And the trees are hardly awake,

Hibernating from the cold.

And when you start in november

Wakening on the first day

Up to sit and make your very first drink of the month

“Tea with lemon”, the poetic way of calling it

To sip it and realize you hate november

As you’re never going to work in such cold conditions.

Start in the evening-

When you just got home from work.

You thought last night: “perhaps I will get it done

When the sky turns gold and blue

And I can relax while doing so.”

But you realize quite soon

That you hate evenings with work

Evenings where one must arrive

Home from even more work

Just to simply start another task.

And you realize, once again

You’re never going to work in such hardworking conditions.

Start inside a cabin-

Arrive, just in time to set the fire

Watching snow outside the window

Falling long, but quietly.

Then relax so deeply into a blanket

(that only feels comfortable because it isn’t your own)

And realize you’re never going to work in such comfortable conditions.

Start upon a hill-

A quite romantic feeling.

Laying upon a hillside

Right next to a picnic basket filled with goods you made the day before.

Mountains reign before you

Of the most exemplary scenery.

For several minutes you watch the sky

The clouds going by uncomfortably fast

And the chilly breeze sweeping upon you.

Bugs start to crawl on the picnic blanket

And soon onto your hand.

In another world they might be ladybugs

But in this one they are simply inconveniences.

And you sit upon the grass

Stink bugs creeping up your legs

You realize you’ll never be able to work in such pest-infested conditions.

Start someday, sometime-

Until you cannot put it off.

man i love redrawn old paintings

Stanford Pines and his brother Stanley

What are all of your favourite bible verses? Why are they dear to you? Use this post as an excuse to speak all about them 💗