Mr Poll considers, then, quite suddenly, he thrusts a drawing into my grasp.
"What gives strength to the muscle?" he asks, prodding the woman's arm.
"Exercise," I say cautiously.
"Then do not let this facility of yours become an end in itself. To do what is easy does not exercise the moral faculties of the brain. There is a weakness inherent in those who are easy with themselves, a weakness you would do well to avoid."
- The Resurrectionist, by James Bradley
Mr Poll considers, then, quite suddenly, he thrusts a drawing into my grasp.
"What gives strength to the muscle?" he asks, prodding the woman's arm.
"Exercise," I say cautiously.
"Then do not let this facility of yours become an end in itself. To do what is easy does not exercise the moral faculties of the brain. There is a weakness inherent in those who are easy with themselves, a weakness you would do well to avoid."
- The Resurrectionist, by James Bradley
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About Me
Juliet/Julie
20.04.1989
BA Fashion Management
Lasalle College of the Arts
Likes aubergine bags & black fingernails,
romantic night walks & sea breezes,
lying in hammocks & fresh new bedsheets.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S Elliot.
but love without pain isn't really romance.
Day 9: I Miss You by Incubus
Sunday, October 31, 2010 /8:28 PM
This evening, C sent me this song by Incubus that made me feel all warm inside:
to see you when i wake up is a gift i didn't think could be real. to know that you feel the same as i do is a three-fold Utopian dream.
you do something to me that i can't explain. so would i be out of line? if i said, i miss you.
i see your picture, i smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. you have only been gone ten days but already i'm wasting away.
i know i'll see you again whether far or soon. but i need you to know, that i care & i miss you.
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