I feel nausea

nauseous sick ill about to throw up

I do not think that skies and meadows are
Moral, or that the fixture of a star
Comes of a quiet spirit, or that trees
Have wisdom in their windless silences.
Yet these are things invested in my mood
With constancy, and peace, and fortitude,
That in my troubled season I can cry
Upon the wide composure of the sky,
And envy fields, and wish that I might be
As little daunted as a star or tree.

Reciprocity| John Drinkwater

I got exactly what I've predicted

OK, I'll admit, unfortunately
I think I'm unhealthily obsessed with Arctic Monkeys

In dramatic situations, I close my eyes very slowly and then reopen them.
I stay in the same place, in the same predicament, but things change.

I imagine myself as modern art.

Word of the day: Propaganda.
I am Hitler.
He is Goebbels.

Captivating

https://t.me/heeadore


As much as I like gatekeeping.
No, let the sentence end here

Idc what the owner would say
But I'd like to imagine that this is dedicated to me in some way