Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. – Victor Hugo
I am living the life of the light-hearted and grave-minded.
As a general rule which I’ve discovered over the years of willingly-forced residence with myself, I can’t stand things, living or dead or never born that take themselves too seriously.
[If you’re one of those interesting people who came from Google or any other search engines, do say hi! I often get bizarre traffic from people who search for quirky things and got here and I often wonder who you are.]