Feline Fatale
Saturday, September 28, 2019

Mood

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

Monday, August 26, 2019

Schlaglicht am Montagabend

Ich habe nicht die einfachste Zeit zur Zeit.
Aber heute abend habe ich meine Kreditkarte gezückt und diverse Dinge gebucht. Züge. Hotels. Flüge. Einige, um mich selbst zu befreien. Einige, um andere glücklich zu machen. Beides macht mich gerade sehr glücklich.

Saturday, August 3, 2019
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