Ode to October
October is an attack on the senses in the best way.
October is an attack on the senses in the best way.
I sense that his lyrics’ timeless status in rock history owes partly to the fact that they’re sung with such raspy lust for a better world.
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
Instead we’re all Tahani and Jason: one-note and stagnant.
Mr. Knightley’s position and relevance to the Woodhouse family are not once explained in this film, and if the representation in Clueless is inaccurate, then I still have no idea why he’s always around.
That point aside, though, Trump doesn’t have Maleficent’s stoicism, Mother Gothel’s manipulative skills, or Ursula’s show-stopping stage presence.
Perhaps what I really need to invest in is a nightlight. Preferably dinosaur shaped.
Life has not been kind to you, but you are so unfailingly kind to it.
I detangle earbuds before including them, ready to start a playlist inspired by fleeting feelings my words can’t capture.
Her comment broke the meditative silence of our post-dinner respite, and we stumbled into the idea with the dazed confusedness of young students in the presence of wisdom.