“There is no edged thing in all the night/Save in my breast.”
“Their greenness is a kind of grief.”
I love fortune-tellers.
That’s how much of an idiot I am. I swear by Master Fong’s proclamation that I will be married by 2X and will live to be 85, even though my 2Xth birthday has passed and nothing has come to fruition. I also love cheese, chocolate, the smell of old books, big buff men and small femme women, in no particular order. I don’t like my parents but I do love my mum. There’s no contradiction in that. Most of us are a bundle of likes and hates, have and have-nots, and some are more ridiculous than others.