I’m losing my appetite for small texts.
Going to the Netherlands is not the same as not going to the Netherlands.
It’s still a land of Nether, whether and weather.
Wear and tear, cape of good hope
See you there, see you there.
Never here,never there, never ever, nevermore.
All my soul within be burning, never ever.
I found my peace of mind, over the moon, the high and low of wool and soul, howl at the moon, you fool.
Coming back home home again I like to see you when I can, ever the man over the hair, be aware, follow the mare, ever ever there, Prince beware, get you there, tell me where, be right there.
Sleep in snare, ever in stare, be right there, be right there.
Look, we’re gonna need(reed) some time.
We’ve seen you looking, we’ve registered, you’re still around, which means we like you.
You’re smart and you’re brave.
It really isn’t fair(fun). And you’re not replacing(replying) her. That you will not do.
But you must let(left) my heart heal. It heals already. You’re healing it. I like you. I like the way you think.
But to have lost Rose. To have loved and lost Rose. Nothing I can say would do it justice. It’s bigger than you can imagine.
Maybe. Maybe I just don’t want to fall(fill,full) in love and then lose you, too.
I might go mad with grief. You’re looking more and more like you’re quite something.
Not fall in love. Not get hurt.
It’s a good plan. Why is it failing(fulfilling). Sabotage.
I gave up on my parents. I’m leaving home(them) again.
Que valor tem isto, ou o mundo. Não sei. Sei que serei quem carrega a cruz quando(quanto) tiver que ser.
E quando não tiver, não carrego(consigo).
*Ainda por cima é uma tremenda gata (…) Se fosse mulher feia dava tudo certo, mulher bonita mexe com o(como) meu coração
Oh.Why do they hate wine.
Everything that was written was once held at this speed.
Oh the rubberized pen it’s so unattractive.
The fog reveals the truth.
Bug sight. This easy. Just keep the tears in front of your eyes, full of wonder.
I’m so easy I fell for you almost immediately. It was your style, your swag, your voice.
You had me with the smile. There’s a difference with wanting to like and having a place in my heart.
And if there’s still room for the previously departed and for you too, my heart just got bigger.
I thank you, Doctor, for your miraculous unfolding of space in my heart, the little TARDIS.
The kid knew everything. It was beaming(bearing) it at me, as a little story, a whispered secret(schedule) when noone else was looking or paying attention.
I thought I was telling her the story. The story about the King Frog, alone in his castle, becoming(bearing) tyrannical, little by little, then sent on an adventure.
I was so proud of my improvised story-telling. The beam stopped. They’d given her a coloring book and some bright pens(peas) I chastised them for their lack of faculty of imagination.
But I finished the story. The king meets another frog at his window, follows him, is taught he’s only the king of the land and not of all things. Is taught how to do nothing, then does follow(fellow) a girl frog to her secret chambers(cubicles) behind the waterfall, is asked whether he wants to leave or die, accepts death, writhes(writes) in obliteration, is surprised he’s alive somehow later, wants to get back to the feeling of alienation, is told he can’t stay, rides back into his castle in time to reassert his power and prevent civil war, lives to his old age happy, wise, better(be her), and always bettering(be thing) himself.
The ending was quit moving. Now the tower has come up with the flames(fullness) of destruction and the castle’s on fire and people are jumping away to uncertain fates and I feel like I must finish a project I started a while back, and I’m sickened and destroyed at the immensity of that moment(movement) now that I’ve returned to what isn’t my home so I must keep moving to go back there(then).