real world math:
I - you. you = everything.
Therefore, I = zero.
I'm very disappointed in my computer. It doesn't know that Neverland is a word.
black panthers owls deer reindeer
lavender gold black pink beige
Encyclopedia Britannica describes Italy as "less a single nation than a collection of culturally related points in an uncommonly pleasing setting." However concise, this description provides a good starting point for the difficult job of defining Italy, a complex nation wrapped in as much myth and romance as its own long-documented history. The uncommonly pleasant setting is clear: the territory on a boot-shaped peninsula in the Mediterranean, both mountainous and blessed with 4,600 miles of coast. The culturally related points include many of the fountains of Western culture: the Roman Empire, the Catholic church, the Renaissance (not to mention pasta and pizza).
Marie-Hélène de Taillac makes the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
life goal: somehow attain a closet full of herve leger dresses. wear them till I die
The first words ever spoken, so fable holds, were a palindrome and an introduction: “Madam, I’m Adam.”
~ Marc Jacobs
I heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
i need to live in a little house in the woods with happy, dopey, doc, sneezy, grumpy, bashful, and sleepy.
who am i hedwig? what am i?
des petits pois (m. pl.) peas
un fruit a fruit
une banane a banana
une pomme an apple
une orange an orange
une poire a pear
une fraise a strawberry
un melon a melon
un légume a vegetable
une salade a head of lettuce
une carotte a carrot
une pomme de terre a potato
des haricots verts green beans
des épinards (m. pl.) spinach
une tomate a tomato
un oignon an onion
i still want to be a princess, but in a different way than I did when I was a little girl. I still want the castle, and the clothes, and the prince, and the talking animals and magic wells... actually, i think I still want to be the same kind of princess i did when i was little.
the prettiest people do the ugliest things for the road to riches and diamond rings
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea---
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
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